Ger. What! has the fool betrayed us then at last, nay, then 'tis time to be gone; come away, miss. [Going out.
Don. Nay, sir, if you pass this way, my toledo will pass that way, look you. [Thrusts at him with his sword.
Hip. O hold, Mr. Gerrard!—Hold father!
Mons. I tell you, uncle, he's an honest gentleman, means no hurt, and came hither but upon a frolic of mine and your daughter's. [Stops Don Diego.
Don. Ladron! traidor!
Mons. I tell you all's but a jest, a mere jest, I vow and swear.
Don. A jest!—jest with my honour, voto! ha! no family to dishonour but the grave, wise, noble, honourable, illustrious, puissant, and right worshipful family of the Formals!—Nay, I am contented to reprieve you, till you know who you have dishonoured, and convict you of the greatness of your crime before you die. We are descended, look you—
Mons. Nay, pray, uncle, hear me.
Don. I say, we are descended—