Now no one had spoken,
Till silence was broken
By the Abbot, who said,—
"Friends, I'm come to unite
By the conjugal rite
The young pair who would wed.
But, pray, which is the bridegroom, and which is the bride?—
Are you firmly resolved, then, to have your fates tied
In a very tight knot, which you neither can sever,
Though you're sick of each other, as folks must get ever?