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 An epithalamium, without delay! Davenant.My lord doth jest? Rochester. By Heaven no! Than this Nought could be less a subject for a jest. Dame Guggligoy.Ah! traitor! What of all your fiery oaths? Davenant [to , in an undertone. Upon my soul, the lady, in her kind, Is far from commonplace. I wish you joy Of your fresh conquest. Rochester [in an undertone. Conquest! She's my wife, And nothing more! The term is an affront. Dame Guggligoy. My tears are thrown away. He listens not. Davenant [in an undertone. While she doth drivel on, explain to me— Rochester [in an undertone. Cromwell doth give her to me, with a dowry; All from pure kindliness. Dame Guggligoy [pulling him by the sleeve. My husband dear!

What says she? Rochester [in an undertone. I will tell you the whole tale. But for the nonce you needs must understand That by good right the hag doth call me so. 'Tis done. A guardhouse for a chapel served; A drum preached us a sermon, and it was A corporal who married us. I' faith I trembled at the end lest martial law Should of a camp-bed make the nuptial couch. But by good fortune—