_Skip._ Sir, you shall be obeyed. [_Exit Skipper._ _Beam._ I heartily rejoice that our employers have chose you for this place: a better choice they never could have made, or for themselves, or me. _Col._ This I am sure of, that our English factories in all these parts have wished you long the man, and none could be so welcome to their hearts. _Har. Jun._ And let me speak for my countrymen, the Dutch; I have heard my father say, he's your sworn brother: And this late accident at sea, when you relieved me from the pirates, and brought my ship in safety off, I hope will well secure you of our gratitude. _Tow._ You over-rate a little courtesy: In your deliverance I did no more, than what I had myself from you expected: The common ties of our religion, and those, yet more particular, of peace and strict commerce betwixt us and your nation, exacted all I did, or could have done. [_To_ BEAMONT.] For you, my friend, let me ne'er breathe our English air again, but I more joy to see you, than myself to have escaped the storm that tossed me long, doubling the Cape, and all the sultry heats, in passing twice the Line: For now I have you here, methinks this happiness should not be bought at a less price. _Har. Jun._ I'll leave you with your friends; my duty binds me to hasten to receive a father's blessing. [_Exit_ HARMAN _Junior._ _Beam._ You are so much a friend, that I must tax you for being a slack lover. You have not yet enquired of Isabinda. _Tow._ No; I durst not, friend, I durst not. I love too well, and fear to know my doom; there's hope in doubt; but yet I fixed my eyes on yours, I looked with earnestness, and asked with them: If aught of ill had happened, sure I had met it there; and since, methinks, I did not, I have now recovered courage, and resolve to urge it from you. _Beam._ Your Isabinda then-- _Tow._ You have said all in that, my Isabinda, if she still be so. _Beam._ Enjoys as much of health, as fear for you, and sorrow for your absence, would permit. [_Music within._ _Col._ Hark, music I think approaching. _Beam._ 'Tis from our factory; some sudden entertainment I believe, designed for your return. _Enter Amboyners, Men and Women, with Timbrels before them. A Dance._ _After the Dance,_ _Enter_ HARMAN _Senior,_ HARMAN _Junior,_ FISCAL, _and_ VAN HERRING. _Har. Sen._ [_Embracing_ TOWERSON.] O my sworn brother, my dear captain Towerson! the man whom I love better than a stiff gale, when I am becalmed at sea; to whom I have received the sacrament, never to be false-hearted. _Tow._ You ne'er shall have occasion on my part: The like I promise for our factories, while I continue here: This isle yields spice enough for both; and Europe, ports, and chapmen, where to vend them. _Har. Sen._ It does, it does; we have enough, if we can be contented.