Tow. Prepare; I shall suspect you stay for further help, And think not this enough.

Fisc. We are ready for you.

Har.  Jun. Stand back!  I’ll fight with him alone.

Fisc. Thank you for that; so, if he kills you, I shall have him single upon me. [All three fight.

Isab. Heaven assist my love!

Har.  Jun. There, Englishman, ’twas meant well to thy heart.
                                                  [TOWERSON wounded.

Fisc. Oh you can bleed, I see, for all your cause.

Tow. Wounds but awaken English courage.

Har.  Jun. Yet yield me Isabinda, and be safe.

Tow. I’ll fight myself all scarlet over first;
Were there no love, or no revenge,
I could not now desist, in point of honour.

Har.  Jun. Resolve me first one question:  Did you not draw your sword this night before, To rescue one opprest with odds?

Tow. Yes, in this very wood:  I bear a ring, The badge of gratitude from him I saved.

Har.  Jun. This ring was mine; I should be loth to kill The frank redeemer of my life.

Tow. I quit that obligation.  But we lose time. 
Come, ravisher! [They fight again, TOW. closes with HARM, and
                     gets him down; as he is going to kill him, the
                     FISC. gets over him.

Fisc. Hold, and let him rise; for if you kill him, At the same instant you die too.

Tow. Dog, do thy worst, for I would so be killed;
I’ll carry his soul captive with me into the other world.
[Stabs HARMAN.

Har.  Jun. O mercy, mercy, heaven! [Dies.

Fisc. Take this, then; in return.
               [As he is going to stab him, ISAB. takes hold of his
                hand.

Isab. Hold, hold; the weak may give some help.

Tow. [Rising.] Now, sir, I am for you.

Fisc. [Retiring.]
Hold, sir, there is no more resistance made. 
I beg you, by the honour of your nation,
Do not pursue my life; I tender you my sword.
                               [Holds his sword by the point to him.

Tow. Base beyond example of any country, but thy own!

Isab. Kill him, sweet love, or we shall both repent it.

Fisc. [Kneeling to her.] Divinest beauty!  Abstract of all that’s excellent in woman, can you be friend to murder?

Isab. ’Tis none to kill a villain, and a Dutchman.

Fisc. [Kneeling to TOWERSON.] Noble Englishman, give me my life, unworthy of your taking!  By all that is good and holy here I swear, before the governor to plead your cause; and to declare his son’s detested crime, so to secure your lives.