Ger. Prevented again! [Gerrard sets her down again.
Don. What, you have done I hope now, friend, for good and all?
Ger. Yes, yes; we have done for good and all indeed.
Don. How now!—you seem to be out of humour, friend.
Ger. Yes, so I am; I can't help it.
Mrs. Caut. He's a dissembler in his very throat, brother.
Hip. Pray do not carry things so as to discover yourself, if it be but for my sake, good master. [Aside to Gerrard.
Ger. She is grown impudent. [Aside.
Mrs. Caut. See, see, they whisper, brother!—to steal a kiss under a whisper!—O the harlotry!