Hip. O you have betrayed us all! If you confess that, you undo us for ever. [Apart to Gerrard.
Ger. I cannot play;—what would you have me say? [Apart to Hippolita.
Mons. I vow and swear we are all undone if you cannot play. [Apart to Gerrard.
Don. What! are you a dancing-master, and cannot play? Umph—
Hip. He is only out of humour, sir.—Here, master, I know you will play for me yet;—for he has an excellent hand. [She offers Gerrard the violin.
Mons. Ay, that he has.—[Aside.] At giving a box on the ear.
Don. Why does he not play, then?
Hip. Here, master, pray play for my sake. [Gives Gerrard the violin.
Ger. What would you have me do with it?—I cannot play a stroke. [Apart to Hippolita.
Hip. No! stay—then seem to tune it, and break the strings. [Apart to Gerrard.