Isab. Bless me, ye kind inhabitants of heaven, from hearing words like these!

Har.  Jun. You must do more than hear them.  You know you were now going to your bridal-bed.  Call your own thoughts but to a strict account, they’ll tell you, all this day your fancy ran on nothing else; ’tis but the same scene still you were to act; only the person changed,—­it may be for the better.

Isab. You dare not, sure, attempt this villany.

Har.  Jun. Call not the act of love by that gross name; you’ll give it a much better when ’tis done, and woo me to a second.

Isab. Dost thou not fear a heaven?

Har.  Jun. No, I hope one in you.  Do it, and do it heartily; time is precious; it will prepare you better for your husband.  Come—­
                                                  [Lays hold on her.

Isab. O mercy, mercy!  Oh, pity your own soul, and pity mine; think how you’ll wish undone this horrid act, when your hot lust is slaked; think what will follow when my husband knows it, if shame will let me live to tell it him; and tremble at a Power above, who sees, and surely will revenge it.

Har.  Jun. I have thought!

Isab. Then I am sure you’re penitent.

Har.  Jun. No, I only gave you scope, to let you see, all you have urged I knew:  You find ’tis to no purpose either to talk or strive.

Isab. [Running.] Some succour! help, oh help!
                                               [She breaks from him.

Har.  Jun. [Running after her.] That too is vain, you cannot ’scape me. [Exit.

Har.  Jun. [Within.] Now you are mine; yield, or by force I’ll take it.

Isab. [Within.] Oh, kill me first!

Har.  Jun. [Within.] I’ll bear you where your cries shall not be heard.

Isab. [As further off.] Succour, sweet heaven! oh succour me!

SCENE II.

  Enter HARMAN Senior, FISCAL, VAN HERRING, BEAMONT, COLLINS,
  and JULIA.

Beam. You have led us here a fairy’s round in the moonshine, to seek a bridegroom in a wood, till we have lost the bride.

Col. I wonder what’s become of her?

Har.  Sen. Got together, got together, I warrant you, before this time; you Englishmen are so hot, you cannot stay for ceremonies.  A good honest Dutchman would have been plying the glass all this while, and drunk to the hopes of Hans in Kelder till ’twas bed-time.

Beam. Yes, and then have rolled into the sheets, and turned o’ the t’other side to snore, without so much as a parting blow; till about midnight he would have wakened in a maze, and found first he was married by putting forth a foot, and feeling a woman by him; and, it may be, then, instead of kissing, desired yough Fro to hold his head.