Meanwhile we must not reckon on this chance.
1660
D. Read it, Sir Gregory.
L. (to N.). The day is fixed, and there my father sits
Reading the settlement: what would you more?
N.O Laura,
More gracious words. Who that now heard us talk
Would guess we were to marry in two days?
L. Maybe we are not.
N.Nay, dear one, do not doubt me: