Isab. Base man, thou knowest the reason of his death;
He had committed on my person, sir,
An impious rape; first tied me to that tree,
And there my husband found me, whose revenge
Was such, as heaven and earth will justify.

Har. I know not what heaven will, but earth shall not.

Beam. Her story carries such a face of truth, Ye cannot but believe it.

Col. The other, a malicious ill-patched lie.

Fisc. Yes, you are proper judges of his crime,
Who, with the rest of your accomplices,
Your countrymen, and Towerson the chief,
Whom we too kindly used, would have surprised
The fort, and made us slaves; that shall be proved,
More soon than you imagine; I found it out
This evening.

Tow. Sure the devil has lent thee all his stock of falsehood, and must be forced hereafter to tell truth.

Beam. Sir, it is impossible you should believe it.

Har. Seize them all.

Col. You cannot be so base.

Har. I’ll be so just, ’till I can hear your plea Against this plot; which if not proved, and fully, You are quit; mean time, resistance is but vain.

Tow. Provided that we may have equal hearing,
I am content to yield, though I declare,
You have no power to judge us. [Gives his sword.

Beam. Barbarous, ungrateful Dutch!

Har. See them conveyed apart to several prisons,
Lest they combine to forge some specious lie
In their excuse. 
Let Towerson and that woman too be parted.

Isab. Was ever such a sad divorce made on a bridal night!  But we before were parted, ne’er to meet.  Farewell, farewell, my last and only love!

Tow. Curse on my fond credulity, to think
There could be faith or honour in the Dutch!—­
Farewell my Isabinda, and farewell,
My much wronged countrymen! remember yet,
That no unmanly weakness in your sufferings
Disgrace the native honour of our isle: 
  For you I mourn, grief for myself were vain;
  I have lost all, and now would lose my pain. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.—­A Table set out.

  Enter HARMAN, FISCAL, VAN HERRING, and two Dutchmen:  They sit. 
  Boy, and Waiters, Guards.

Har. My sorrow cannot be so soon digested for losing of a son I loved so well; but I consider great advantages must with some loss be bought; as this rich trade which I this day have purchased with his death:  yet let me lie revenged, and I shall still live on, and eat and drink down all my griefs.  Now to the matter, Fiscal.

Fisc. Since we may freely speak among ourselves, all I have said of Towerson was most false.  You were consenting, sir, as well as I, that Perez should be hired to murder him, which he refusing when he was engaged, ’tis dangerous to let him longer live.