CAPT. With that face? By this light, 'tis a scandal to see it flaming so near the altar: thou look'st as if thou'dst cry _Tope_ in the face of the congregation, instead of _Amen_. PAR. Thou'rt an ass, 'tis proper there; 't has zeal and fervour in't, and burns before the altar like the primitive lamps. 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. FAITH. Why does your ladyship lose time in talking with this fellow? don't you know him, madam? 'tis the rascally captain, hid in a black cloak. I know you, sirrah. LOVE. She has reason; now I mark him better, I should know that false face too. See, Faithful, there are those treacherous eyes still. CAPT. Alas! you mistake me, madam, I am Epilogue now. The captain's within, and as a friend, I counsel you not to incense the gentlemen against the poet, for he knows all your story, and if you anger him, he'll put it in a play; but if you'll do friendly offices, I'll undertake, instead of your pearl you lost, to help you to the jewel; the Scotch Dictionary will tell you the value of it. Let them go alone, and fret not at their loss. Stay, and take my counsel: it shall be worth three revenges. LOVE. Well, what is't, sir? CAPT. They say you have a great power over the parson: if you can prevail with him to express his anger in some satiric comedy (for the knave has wit, and they say his genius lies that way), tell him 'tis expected he should be revenged upon the illiterate courtier that made this play. If you can bring this business about, I may find a way, as Epilogue, to be thankful, though the captain abused you to-day. Think on't: Stephen[281] is as handsome, when the play is done, as Master Wild was in the scene.