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.
CAPT. G. _paralysed with fear jibs after Blessing._
CAPT. M. (_Quickly._) On your own front--one length. Take her with
you. I don't come. You've nothing to say. (CAPT. G. _jingles up to
altar._)
CAPT. M. (_In a piercing rattle meant to be a whisper._)
Kneel, you stiff-necked ruffian! Kneel!
PADRE.
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