_Lov_. What, are you a-conjuring? If you are good at that sport,
I can conjure as well as you--[_Draws his sword_.
_Const_. Hold; for Heaven's sake, hold! I am no spirit; touch but
my hand; ghosts have no flesh and blood. [_Discovering_.
_Lov_. My lady Constance! I began to suspect it might be a trick,
but never could imagine you the author. It seems you are desirous I
should father this _hans en kelder_ here?
_Const_. I know not how, without a blush, to tell you, it was a
cheat I practised for your love.
_Set_. A mere tympany, sir, raised by a cushion; you see 'tis
gone already.
_Const_. Setstone was sent to have acquainted you; but, by the
way, unfortunately missed you.
_Lev_. Twas you, then, that supplied me all this while with
money? pretty familiar, I hope to make thee amends ere I sleep
to-night. Come, parson, pr'ythee make haste and join us. I long to be
out of her debt, poor rogue.
[_The parson takes them to the side of the stage; they turn their
backs to the audience, while he mumbles to them_.
_Set_. I'll be the clerk; Amen--give you joy, Mr Bridegroom, and
Mrs Bride.
_Lov. Const_. Thanks, honest Setstone.
[_BIBBER, FRANCES, and music without--they play_.
_Music_. God give your worship a good even, Mr Loveby.
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