_Beam._ Your liberty is a grosser cheat than any of the rest; for you are ten times more taxed than any people in Christendom: You never keep any league with foreign princes; you flatter our kings, and ruin their subjects; you never denied us satisfaction at home for injuries, nor ever gave it us abroad. _Fisc._ You must make yourselves more feared, when you expect it. _Beam._ And I prophecy that time will come, when some generous monarch of our island will undertake our quarrel, reassume the fishery of our seas, and make them as considerable to the English, as the Indies are to you. _Fisc._ Before that comes to pass, you may repent your over-lavish tongue. _Beam._ I was no more in earnest than you were. _Jul._ Pray let this go no further; my husband has invited both to supper. _Beam._ If you please, I'll fall to before he comes; or, at least, while he is conferring in private with the Fiscal. [_Aside to her._ _Jul._ Their private businesses let them agree; The Dutch for him, the Englishman for me. [_Exeunt._ ACT III. SCENE I. _Enter_ PEREZ. _Per._ True, the reward proposed is great enough, I want it too; besides, this Englishman has never paid me since, as his lieutenant, I served him once against the Turk at sea; yet he confessed I did my duty well, when twice I cleared our decks; he has long promised me, but what are promises to starving men? this is his house, he may walk out this morning. _Enter a Page, and another Servant, walking by, not seeing him._ These belong to him; I'll hide till they are past. _Serv._ He sleeps soundly for a man who is to be married when he wakes. _Page._ He does well to take his time; for he does not know, when he's married, whether ever he shall have a sound sleep again. _Serv._ He bid we should not wake him; but some of us, in good manners, should have staid, and not have left him quite alone. _Page._ In good manners, I should indeed; but I'll venture a master's anger at any time for a mistress, and that's my case at present. _Serv._ I'll tempt as great a danger as that comes to, for good old English fellowship; I am invited to a morning's draught. _Page._ Good-morrow, brother, good-morrow; by that time you have filled your belly, and I have emptied mine, it will be time to meet at home again. [_Exeunt severally._ _Per._ So, this makes well for my design; he's left alone, unguarded, and asleep: Satan, thou art a bounteous friend, and liberal of occasions to do mischief; my pardon I have ready, if I am taken, my money half beforehand: up, Perez, rouse thy Spanish courage up; if he should wake, I think I dare attempt him; then my revenge is nobler, and revenge, to injured men, is full as sweet as profit. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _The_ SCENE _drawn, discovers_ TOWERSON _asleep on a Couch in his Night-gown. A Table by him; Pen, Ink, and Paper on it._ _Re-enter_ PEREZ _with a Dagger._