[The parson takes them to the side of the stage; they turn their backs to the audience, while he mumbles to them.
Set. I'll be the clerk; Amen—give you joy, Mr Bridegroom, and Mrs Bride.
Lov. Const. Thanks, honest Setstone.
[BIBBER, FRANCES, and music without—they play.
Music. God give your worship a good even, Mr Loveby.
Const. Hark! what noise is that! Is this music of your providing, Setstone?
Set. Alas, madam, I know nothing of it.
Lov. We are betrayed to your father; but the best on't is, he comes too late to hinder us—fear not, madam, I'll bear you through them all.
[As they rush out, BIBBER, FRANCES, and Music are entering in; BIBBER and FRANCES are beaten down.—Exeunt LOVEBY; CONSTANCE, SETSTONE, and Parson.
All cry out. Oh the devil! the devil! the devil!