Isaac. A plaguey while coming, this same father Paul.—He's detained at vespers, I suppose, poor fellow.
Don Ant. No, here he comes.
Enter FATHER PAUL.
Good father Paul, I crave your blessing.
Isaac. Yes, good father Paul, we are come to beg a favour.
Paul. What is it, pray?
Isaac. To marry us, good father Paul; and in truth thou dost look like the priest of Hymen.
Paul. In short, I may be called so; for I deal in repentance and mortification.
Isaac. No, no, thou seemest an officer of Hymen, because thy presence speaks content and good humour.
Paul. Alas, my appearance is deceitful. Bloated I am, indeed! for fasting is a windy recreation, and it hath swollen me like a bladder.