Don. Well, a penny for the secret, daughter.
Hip. Indeed, father, you shall have it for nothing to-morrow.
Don. Well, friend, you will not fail to come?
Ger. No, no, sir.—[Aside.] Yet I am a fool if I do.
Don. And be sure you bring the fiddlers with you, as I bid you.
Hip. Yes, be sure you bring the fiddlers with you, as I bid you.
Mrs. Caut. So, so: he'll fiddle your daughter out of the house.—Must you have fiddles, with a fiddle faddle?
Mons. Lord! that people should be made such fools of! Ha! ha! [Aside.
[Exeunt Don Diego, Hippolita, Monsieur, Mrs. Caution, and Prue.
Ger.