Don. What's the matter, friend?
Hip. I say, for my sake be in humour, and do not discover yourself, but be as patient as a dancing-master still. [Aside to Gerrard.
Don. What, she is whispering to him indeed! What's the matter? I will know it, friend, look you.
Ger. Will you know it?
Don. Yes, I will know it.
Ger. Why, if you will know it then, she would not do as I would have her; and whispered me to desire me not to discover it to you.
Don. What, hussy, would you not do as he'd have you? I'll make you do as he'd have you.
Ger. I wish you would.
Mrs. Caut. 'Tis a lie; she'll do all he'll have her do, and more too, to my knowledge.
Don. Come, tell me what 'twas then she would not do—come, do it, hussy, or—Come, take her by the hand, friend. Come, begin:—let's see if she will not do anything now I'm here!