[Exeunt omnes.
SCENE III.
Enter the Lady Loveall, Master Sad and Constant, undressed, and buttoning themselves as they go.
Sad. Married?
Con. And to them?
Love. Ay, married, if you prevent it not: catched with a trick, an old stale trick; I have seen a ballad on't.
Sad. We shall go near to prevent 'em. Boy, my sword.
Enter Captain.
Capt. Whither so fast?
Sad. You guess.