PADRE. . . . only unto her as long as ye both shall live?
CAPT. G. (_His throat useless._) Ha-hmmm!
CAPT. M. Say you will or you won't. There's no second deal here.
_Bride gives response with perfect coolness, and is given away by the
father._
CAPT. G. (_Thinking to show his learning._) Jack, give me away now,
_quick!_
CAPT. M. You're given yourself away quite enough. Her _right_ hand, man!
Repeat! Repeat! 'Theodore Philip.' Have you forgotten your own name?
CAPT. G. _stumbles through Affirmation, which Bride repeats without a
tremor._
CAPT. M. Now the ring! Follow the Padre! Don't pull off my glove! Here
it is! Great Cupid, he's found his voice!
G. _repeats Troth in a voice to be heard to the end of the Church and
turns on his heel._
CAPT. M. (_Desperately._) Rein back! Back to your troop! 'Tisn't half
legal yet.
PADRE. . . . joined together let no man put asunder.