Nev. No.
Abra. Lord bless us! here is conjuring!
Lend me your aqua-vitæ bottle, good mother.
Sir J. Wor. Heyday!
The world's turn'd upside down. I have heard and seen
Two or three benefices to one priest, or more,
But two priests to one benefice ne'er before.
Pen. Married not you the earl?
Par. Bona fide, no.
Sir J. Wor. You did, then?
Nev. Yes.
C. Fred. I have the privilege, then?
Sir J. Wor. Right, you were married first.
Scud. Sir John, you doat,
This is a devil in a parson's coat.
[Nevill puts off the Priest's weeds, and has a
devil's robe under.