Don. No matter; I do; I must be your paymaster, I'm sure. I would have you come betimes too; not only to make her perfect, but since you have so good a hand upon the violin, to play your part with half-a-dozen of musicians more, whom I would have you bring with you: for we will have a very merry wedding, though a very private one.—You'll be sure to come?
Ger. Your daughter does not desire it.
Don. Come, come, baggage, you shall desire it of him; he is your master.
Hip. My father will have me desire it of you, it seems.
Ger. But you'll make a fool of me again if I should come; would you not?
Hip. If I should tell you so, you'd be sure not to come.
Don. Come, come, she shall not make a fool of you, upon my word. I'll secure you, she shall do what you will have her.
Mons. Ha! ha! ha! So, so, silly Don. [Aside.
Ger. But, madam, will you have me come?
Hip. I'd have you to know, for my part, I care not whether you come or no:—there are other dancing-masters to be had:—it is my father's request to you. All that I have to say to you is a little good advice, which, because I will not shame you, I'll give you in private. [Whispers Gerrard.