Millie. To church, Father?
Daniel. Ah, that ’tis—you in the cloak and bonnet, and upon the arm of young Andrew, my wench.
Millie. O no, Father.
Daniel. But ’tis “yes” as you have got to learn, my wench. And quickly too. For ’tis this very evening as Andrew be coming for his answer. And ’tis to be “yes” this time.
Millie. O no, Father.
Daniel. You’ve an hour before you, my wench, in which to get another word to your tongue.
Millie. I can’t learn any word that isn’t “no,” Father.
Daniel. Look at me, my wench. My foot be down. I means what I says—
Millie. And I mean what I say, too, Father. And I say, No!
Daniel. Millie, I’ve set down my foot.