Enter Captain in his own shape.
Par. O miserable, miserable!
Capt. How now, what's the news here? My honoured friend and master parson, what makes you here at this time of night? why, I should have thought this a time to have envied you for your fair bride's embraces. Do you give these favours? Are these your bride-laces? It's a new way.
[Plays with the cord that binds his arms.
Par. Is it new to you?
Wan. How now, captain?
Capt. Wanton, is this your plot to endear your husband to you?
Par. No, 'tis thy plot, poor beaten captain; but I shall be revenged.
Capt. Yes, faith, it was my plot, and I glory in't; to undermine my Machiavel, which so greedily swallowed that sweet bait that had this hook.