_Har. Jun._ You may repent your scorn at leisure. _Isab._ Never, unless I married you. _Enter_ TOWERSON. _Tow._ Now, my dear Isabinda, I dare pronounce myself most happy: Since I have gained your kindred, all difficulties cease. _Isab._ I wish we find it so. _Tow._ Why, is aught happened since I saw you last? Methinks a sadness dwells upon your brow, like that I saw before my last long absence. You do not speak: My friend dumb too? Nay then, I fear some more than ordinary cause produces this. _Har. Jun._ You have no reason, Towerson, to be sad; you are the happy man. _Tow._ If I have any, you must needs have some. _Har. Jun._ No, you are loved, and I am bid despair. _Tow._ Time and your services will perhaps make you as happy, as I am in my Isabinda's love. _Har. Jun._ I thought I spoke so plain, I might be understood; but since I did not, I must tell you, Towerson, I wear the title of your friend no longer, because I am your rival. _Tow._ Is this true, Isabinda? _Isab._ I should not, I confess, have told you first, because I would not give you that disquiet; but since he has, it is too sad a truth. _Tow._ Leave us, my dear, a little to ourselves. _Isab._ I fear you will quarrel, for he seemed incensed, and threatened you with ruin. [_To him aside._ _Tow._ 'Tis to prevent an ill, which may be fatal to us both, that I would speak with him. _Isab._ Swear to me, by your love, you will not fight. _Tow._ Fear not, my Isabinda; things are not grown to that extremity. _Isab._ I leave you, but I doubt the consequence. [_Exit_ ISAB. _Tow._ I want a name to call you by; friend, you declare you are not, and to rival, I am not yet enough accustomed. _Har. Jun._ Now I consider on it, it shall be yet in your free choice, to call me one or other; for, Towerson, I do not decline your friendship, but then yield Isabinda to me. _Tow._ Yield Isabinda to you? _Har. Jun._ Yes, and preserve the blessing of my friendship; I'll make my father yours; your factories shall be no more oppressed, but thrive in all advantages with ours; your gain shall be beyond what you could hope for from the treaty: In all the traffic of these eastern parts, ye shall-- _Tow._ Hold! you mistake me, Harman, I never gave you just occasion to think I would make merchandize of love; Isabinda, you know, is mine, contracted to me ere I went for England, and must be so till death. _Har. Jun._ She must not, Towerson; you know you are not strongest in these parts, and it will be ill contesting with your masters. _Tow._ Our masters? Harman, you durst not once have named that word, in any part of Europe. _Har. Jun._ Here I both dare and will; you have no castles in Amboyna. _Tow._ Though we have not, we yet have English hearts, and courages not to endure affronts. _Har. Jun._ They may be tried. _Tow._ Your father sure will not maintain you in this insolence; I know he is too honest.