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The fourth is cognatio : if the persons be of kin within the degrees.
Otter. Ay, do you know what the degrees are, Sir?
Mor. No, nor I care not, Sir; they offer me no comfort in the question, I am sure.
Cut. But there is a branch of this impediment may, which is cognatio fpiritualis: If you were her god-father, Sir, then the marriage is incestuous.
Mor. Oh, me! To end the controversy, I never was a god-father, I never was a god-father in my life, Sir. Pass to the next.
Cut. The fifth is crimen adulterii ; the known case. The fixth cultûs disparitas, difference of religion: Have you ever examin’d her, what religion she is of.
Mor. No, I would rather she were of none, than be put to the trouble of it.
Cut. The seventh is, viz, if it were upon com-. pulsion or force. : Mor. Oh, no, it was too voluntary, mine, too voluntary.
Cut. The eighth is, ordo; if ever she have taken holy orders.
Otter. That's superstitious, absurd, absurd, and merely apoftatical.
Cut. You shall pardon me, mafter parson ; I can
Otter. You can prove a will, master doctor ; you can prove nothing else. Does not your own canon say, Hec focianda vetant connubia, facta retractant.
* Cut. I grant you ; but how do they retractare, master parfon ?
6. Mr. Oh, this was it I feard. Peace, good echoes! Oh, mine ears, mine ears !
Tru. Nay, good Sir, attend the learned men.. They have near done. Proceed to the next, Sirs.
Cut. The ninth is, ligamen.
Mor. No, no, I thrust myself too soon into these ferers: to The tenth is, publica honeftas.
y, and is but leve impedimentum. Cut The elerenth is, affinitas ex fornicatione. Otter. Which is no less vera affinitas, than the other, master doctor. -Cut. True, quæ oritur ex legitimo matrimonio.
etter. You say right, venerable doctor: And, nafcitur ex eo
Cut. I conceive you, master parfon : Ita æque est verus pateraman
Otter. Et vere filius qui fic generatur,
Enter Epicæene, Haughty, Centaure, Mavis, Mrs.
Otter, Daw, La-Foole, Epi. I will not endure it any longer. Ladies, I beseech you help me.
This is such a wrong as never was offer'd to poor bride before : Upon her marriage-day, to have her husband conspire againft her, and a couple of mercenary companions to be brought in for form’s fake, to persuade a separation! If you had blood or virtue in you, gentlemen, you would not suffer such earwigs about a husband, or scorpions to creep between man and wife.
Mor. Oh, the variety and the changes of my torment!
Hau. Let 'em be cudgell'd out of doors by aur grooms. Cen. I'll lend you my
footman. Mavis. We'll have our men blanket them i? 'the hall.
Daw. Content, i’faith.
Tru. Stay, ladies and gentlemen! you'll hear before you proceed?
Mavis. I'll have the bridegroom blanketed too.
Dau. Ladies, for my fake forbear.
Dau. Come, I see now plain confederacy to abuse a gentleman. You study his affliction. Sir, will it please you hear me?
Mor. Oh, do not talk to me; take not from me the pleasure of dying in silence, nephew.
Dau. Sir, I must speak to you. If I free you of this unhappy match absolutely, and instantly, after all this trouble, and almost in your despair, now
Mor. (It cannot be.) Dau. Sir, that you be never troubled with a murmur of it more, shall I have your favour perfect to me, and love hereafter?
Mor. That, and any thing beside. Make thine own conditions.
Epi. Will Sir Dauphine be mine enemy too ?
Dau. You know I have been long a suitor to you, uncle, that out of your estate, which is fifteen hundred a-year, you would allow me but five huna? dred during life, and assure the rest upon me after; to which I have often, by myself and my friends, tender'd you a writing to sign, which you would never consent or incline to. If you please but to effect it now Vol. III.
Mor. Thou shalt have it, nephew: I will do it, and more.
Dau. If I quit you not prefently, and for ever of this trouble, you fhall have power' inftantly, afore all these, to revoke your act, and I will be come whose llave you will give me to, for ever.
Mor. Where is the writing ? I will feal to it, that, or to a blank, and write thine own conditions. : Epi. Oh, me! most unfortunate wretched gentlewoman!
Hau. Will Sir Dauphine do this?
Mor. Oh, my nephew knows you belike; away, Crocodile !
Gen. He does it not fuse without good ground, Dau. Here, Sir.
Mor. Come, nephew, give me the pen ; I will subscribe to any thing, and seal to what thou wilt for my deliverance. Thou art my restorer. Here ; I deliver it thee as my deed. If there be a word in it lacking, or writ with false orthography, I pro. test before I will not take the advantage. : Dau. Then here is your release, Sir; [Epicæene throws of female apparel, and appears in boy's cloaths.] you have married a boy.
Mor. A boy!