C. Fred. But here's my lady.
Scud. No, my gentlewoman.
Abra. 'Zoons! treason! I smell powder.
Bel. In short, know,
That I am married to this gentleman,
To whom I was contracted long ago.
This priest the inviolable knot hath tied.
What ease I find being unladified!
[Aside.]
C. Fred. What riddle's this?
Sir Inn. 'Ware the last statute of two husbands.
Scud. and Bel. Pish!
C. Fred. This is the very priest that married me:
Is it not, sister?
Enter Nevill, like the Parson too.