Har.  Jun. Here I both dare and will; you have no castles in Amboyna.

Tow. Though we have not, we yet have English hearts, and courages not to endure affronts.

Har.  Jun. They may be tried.

Tow. Your father sure will not maintain you in this insolence; I know he is too honest.

Har.  Jun. Assure yourself he will espouse my quarrel.

Tow. We would complain to England.

Har.  Jun. Your countrymen have tried that course so often, methinks they should grow wiser, and desist:  But now there is no need of troubling any others but ourselves; the sum of all is this, you either must resign me Isabinda, or instantly resolve to clear your title to her by your sword.

Tow. I will do neither now.

Har.  Jun. Then I’ll believe you dare not fight me fairly.

Tow. You know I durst have fought, though I am not vain enough to boast it, nor would upbraid you with remembrance of it.

Har.  Jun. You destroy your benefit with rehearsal of it; but that was in a ship, backed by your men; single duel is a fairer trial of your courage.

Tow. I’m not to be provoked out of my temper:  Here I am a public person, entrusted by my king and my employers, and should I kill you, Harman—­

Har.  Jun. Oh never think you can, sir.

Tow. I should betray my countrymen to suffer, not only worse indignities than those they have already borne, but, for aught I know, might give them up to general imprisonment, perhaps betray them to a massacre.

Har.  Jun. These are but pitiful and weak excuses; I’ll force you to confess you dare not fight; you shall have provocations.

Tow. I will not stay to take them.  Only this before I go; if you are truly gallant, insult not where you have power, but keep your quarrel secret; we may have time and place out of this island:  Meanwhile, I go to marry Isabinda, that you shall see I dare.—­No more, follow me not an inch beyond this place, no not an inch.  Adieu. [Exit TOWERSON.

Har.  Jun. Thou goest to thy grave, or I to mine.
                                                [Is going after him.

  Enter FISCAL.

Fisc. Whither so fast, mynheer?

Har.  Jun. After that English dog, whom I believe you saw.

Fisc. Whom, Towerson?

Har.  Jun. Yes, let me go, I’ll have his blood.

Fisc. Let me advise you first; you young men are so violently hot.

Har.  Jun. I say I’ll have his blood.

Fisc. To have his blood is not amiss, so far I go with you; but take me with you further for the means:  First, what’s the injury?

Har.  Jun. Not to detain you with a tedious story, I love his mistress, courted her, was slighted; into the heat of this he came; I offered him the best advantages he could or to himself propose, or to his nation, would he quit her love.