Spark. No, fy, no; but to show that he ne'er intended to hinder our match, has sent his brother here to join our hands. When I get me a wife, I must get her a chaplain, according to the custom; that is his brother, and my chaplain.
Alith. His brother!
Lucy. And your chaplain, to preach in your pulpit then—[Aside.
Alith. His brother!
Spark. Nay, I knew you would not believe it.—I told you, sir, she would take you for your brother Frank.
Alith. Believe it!
Lucy. His brother! ha! ha! he! he has a trick left still, it seems. [Aside.
Spark. Come, my dearest, pray let us go to church before the canonical hour is past.
Alith. For shame, you are abused still.
Spark. By the world, 'tis strange now you are so incredulous.