Bel. What means all this? Speak some of ye that know.
Flaunt. Oh Lord! Who’s here? The fine Squire? [Aside.
Trust. Sir Timothy Tawdry, Sir, is married to Mrs. Phillis.
Sir Tim. How can that be a Marriage, when he who join’d us, was but a hired Fellow, dress’d like a Parson?
Trust. Sir, ‘twas Parson Tickletext that marry’d ‘em.
Sir Tim. Oh, what a damn’d lying Pimp is this!—Sham, didst thou not hire a Fellow, (because I was damnably in Love, and in haste) to marry us, that was no Parson?
Sham. Why, truly, Sir—I did go to hire such a one—
Sir Tim. Look ye there now.
Sham. But you’d meet with none; and because you said you shou’d die if you enjoy’d her not presently, and that she would not yield on any other Terms, but those of Marriage, I e’en brought the Parson that Trusty had provided for you.
Sir Tim. Oh Villain, to betray me! and for no Reward!