O. Thor. Son, brother, if your daughter like to have it so.
Frank. I dare be confident she is not altered
From what I left her at our parting last:—
Are you, fair maid?
Sus. You took too sure possession
Of an engagèd heart.
Frank. Which now I challenge.
Car. Marry, and much good may it do thee, son.
Take her to thee; get me a brace of boys at a burthen,
Frank; the nursing shall not stand thee in a pennyworth
of milk; reach her home and spare not: when’s
the day?
O. Thor. To-morrow, if you please. To use ceremony
Of charge and custom were to little purpose;
Their loves are married fast enough already.
Car. A good motion. We’ll e’en have an household dinner, and let the fiddlers go scrape: let the bride and bridegroom dance at night together; no matter for the guests:—to-morrow, Sue, to-morrow.—Shall’s to dinner now?
O. Thor. We are on all sides pleased, I hope.
Sus. Pray Heaven I may deserve the blessing sent me:
Now my heart is settled.
Frank. So is mine.