Tow. Are you men or devils!  D’Alva, whom you
Condemn for cruelty, did ne’er the like;
He knew original villany was in your blood. 
Your fathers all are damned for their rebellion;
When they rebelled, they were well used to this. 
These tortures ne’er were hatched in human breasts;
But as your country lies confined on hell,
Just on its marches, your black neighbours taught ye;
And just such pains as you invent on earth,
Hell has reserved for you.

Har. Are you yet moved?

Tow. But not as you would have me. 
I could weep tears of blood to view this usage;
But you, as if not made of the same mould,
See, with dry eyes, the miseries of men,
As they were creatures of another kind,
Not Christians, nor allies, nor partners with you,
But as if beasts, transfixed on theatres,
To make you cruel sport.

Har. These are but vulgar objects; bring his friend, Let him behold his tortures; shut that door. [The Scene closed.

  Enter BEAMONT, led with matches tied to his hands.

Tow. [Embracing him.]
Oh my dear friend, now I am truly wretched! 
Even in that part which is most sensible,
My friendship: 
How have we lived to see the English name
The scorn of these, the vilest of mankind!

Beam. Courage, my friend, and rather praise we heaven,
That it has chose two, such as you and me,
Who will not shame our country with our pains,
But stand, like marble statues, in their fires,
Scorched and defaced, perhaps, not melted down. 
So let them burn this tenement of earth;
They can but burn me naked to my soul;
That’s of a nobler frame, and will stand firm,
Upright, and unconsumed.

Fisc. Confess; if you have kindness, save your friend.

Tow. Yes, by my death I would, not my confession:  He is so brave, he would not so be saved; But would renounce a friendship built on shame.

Har. Bring more candles, and burn him from the wrists up to the elbows.

Beam. Do; I’ll enjoy the flames like Scaevola; And, when one’s roasted, give the other hand.

Tow. Let me embrace you while you are a man. 
Now you must lose that form; be parched and rivelled,
Like a dried mummy, or dead malefactor,
Exposed in chains, and blown about by winds.

Beam. Yet this I can endure. 
Go on, and weary out two elements;
Vex fire and water with the experiments
Of pains far worse than death.

Tow. Oh, let me take my turn!  You will have double pleasure; I’m ashamed To be the only Englishman untortured.

Van.  Her. You soon should have your wish, but that we know In him you suffer more.

Har. Fill me a brim-full glass: 
Now, captain, here’s to all your countrymen;
I wish your whole East India company
Were in this room, that we might use them thus.