Charles. But first,—your blessing, sir.
[Kneels to his father.
Harriet. And yours, sir.
[Kneels to Trueman.
Loveyet. What,—married already!
Charles. This ten minutes, sir.
[Rising.
| Cantwell | Married! | |
| and | ||
| Herald |
Worthnought. Then my ill-star'd fortune is decided.
[Aside.