Anto. That cannot be, to Morrow I approve.
Ger. Time will flye slow, though Impt with wings of Love.
Enter Cælia and Eugenia.
Cæl. My Lord, I beg your pardon for a short interruption.
Ger. Madam, ’tis I have cause to beg your pardon,
Thus to detain your Lord, on’s Wedding-day,
A Day in Justice should be wholly yours.
Cæl. My Lord is happy so to be detain’d
And I am alwayes happy when he’s so.
Whispers Anto. he takes a paper privately out of her pocket. But good, my Lord, your Ear—
Ger. Madam, if you repent not what y’have said,
In answer to those Vows of my Affection,
I then dare hope I may in time be happy.
Eugen. Tho’ I ne’re thought your words were further means,
Then to pass time away in Raillery;
Yet were my Answers such, as if you had
Told me a real Story of your Love:
And the same Answers I’le again renew;
My Will’s confin’d; my Fathers last Commands
Left me no Choice but anothers will;
If I were free, I then durst speak my thoughts:
But I, in all, my Brother must obey.
Ger. He checks your Actions only, thoughts are free,
Suppose him willing, would you favour me?
Eugen. But to suppose without his Will’s a Crime,
If I that supposition should declare.