to morrow

Phil. Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie? Cor. Under yonder Beech my lovely one, while she passeth by. Say to her thy true-Love was not heere, remember, remember, to morrow is another day:

1676, Matthew Hale, Contemplations moral and divine, by a person of great learning and judgment, ed. by E. Stephens [1699]. Give therefore, I pray thee, Bread for this day, and when to morrow comes, I will beg Bread of thee for to morrow; […]

Behold, to morrow about this time I will cause it to rain a very grievous hail, such as hath not been in Egypt since the foundation thereof even until now.