Tow. You over-rate a little courtesy:  In your deliverance I did no more, than what I had myself from you expected:  The common ties of our religion, and those, yet more particular, of peace and strict commerce betwixt us and your nation, exacted all I did, or could have done. [To BEAMONT.] For you, my friend, let me ne’er breathe our English air again, but I more joy to see you, than myself to have escaped the storm that tossed me long, doubling the Cape, and all the sultry heats, in passing twice the Line:  For now I have you here, methinks this happiness should not be bought at a less price.

Har.  Jun. I’ll leave you with your friends; my duty binds me to hasten to receive a father’s blessing. [Exit HARMAN Junior.

Beam. You are so much a friend, that I must tax you for being a slack lover.  You have not yet enquired of Isabinda.

Tow. No; I durst not, friend, I durst not.  I love too well, and fear to know my doom; there’s hope in doubt; but yet I fixed my eyes on yours, I looked with earnestness, and asked with them:  If aught of ill had happened, sure I had met it there; and since, methinks, I did not, I have now recovered courage, and resolve to urge it from you.

Beam. Your Isabinda then—­

Tow. You have said all in that, my Isabinda, if she still be so.

Beam. Enjoys as much of health, as fear for you, and sorrow for your absence, would permit. [Music within.

Col. Hark, music I think approaching.

Beam. ’Tis from our factory; some sudden entertainment I believe, designed for your return.

  Enter Amboyners, Men and Women, with Timbrels before them.  A
  Dance.

  After the Dance,

  Enter HARMAN Senior, HARMAN Junior, FISCAL, and VAN HERRING.

Har.  Sen. [Embracing TOWERSON.] O my sworn brother, my dear captain Towerson! the man whom I love better than a stiff gale, when I am becalmed at sea; to whom I have received the sacrament, never to be false-hearted.

Tow. You ne’er shall have occasion on my part:  The like I promise for our factories, while I continue here:  This isle yields spice enough for both; and Europe, ports, and chapmen, where to vend them.

Har.  Sen. It does, it does; we have enough, if we can be contented.

Tow. And, sir, why should we not?  What mean these endless jars of trading nations?  ’Tis true, the world was never large enough for avarice or ambition; but those who can be pleased with moderate gain, may have the ends of nature, not to want:  Nay, even its luxuries may be supplied from her o’erflowing bounties in these parts; from whence she yearly sends spices and gums, the food of heaven in sacrifice:  And, besides these, her gems of the richest value, for ornament, more than necessity.