Capt. I cry thee mercy. By this light, he'll make it sacrilege anon to steal his nose! thou'lt entitle the altar to that coal. Was't not kindled ex voto? Nay, I will have your cloak.
Par. Take it; would 'twere Nessus's shirt, for you and your poet's sake.
[Exit Parson.
Capt. What, does the rogue wish 'twere made of nettles?[280]
[Captain puts on his cloak, and addresses himself to speak the epilogue, and is interrupted by Lady Loveall, and Faithful her woman, who, in haste and full of anger, pull him by the cloak.
Love. By your favour, sir, did you see any company pass this way?
Capt. None but the three brides, and they are gone just before you. Hark! the music will guide you.
[The music plays.
Love. Is it certain, then, they're married?
Capt. Yes, lady; I saw the church's rites performed.