Which trust to end so well I did despair:
Then name the day of Marriage--

_Ger._ No delay
My thoughts admit; I wish it were to day.

_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.
But good, my Lord, your Ear--

_Whispers _Anto._ he takes a paper privately out of her pocket._

_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;