_Per._ Asleep, as I imagined, and as fast as all the plummets of eternal night were hung upon his temples. Oh that some courteous daemon, in the other world, would let him know, 'twas Perez sent him thither! A paper by him too! He little thinks it is his testament; the last he e'er shall make: I'll read it first. [_Takes it up._] Oh, by the inscription, 'tis a memorial of what he means to do this day: What's here? My name in the first line! I'll read it. [_Reads._] _Memorandum, That my first action this morning shall be, to find out my true and valiant lieutenant, captain Perez; and, as a testimony of my gratitude for his honourable services, to bestow on him five hundred English pounds, making my just excuse, I had it not before within my power to reward him._ [_Lays down the paper._] And was it then for this I sought his life? Oh base, degenerate Spaniard! Hadst thou done it, thou hadst been worse than damned: Heaven took more care of me, than I of him, to expose this paper to my timely view. Sleep on, thou honourable Englishman; I'll sooner now pierce my own breast than thine: See, he smiles too in his slumber, as if his guardian angel, in a dream, told him, he was secure: I'll give him warning though, to prevent danger from another hand. [_Writes on_ TOWERSON'S _paper, then sticks his dagger in it._ Stick there, that when he wakens, he may know, To his own virtue he his life does owe. [_Exit_ PEREZ. TOWERSON _awakens._ _Tow._ I have o'erslept my hour this morning, if to enjoy a pleasing dream can be to sleep too long. Methought my dear Isabinda and myself were lying in an arbour, wreathed about with myrtle and with cypress; my rival Harman, reconciled again to his friendship, strewed us with flowers, and put on each a crimson-coloured garment, in which we straightway mounted to the skies; and with us, many of my English friends, all clad in the same robes. If dreams have any meaning, sure this portends some good.--What's that I see! A dagger stuck into the paper of my memorials, and writ below--_Thy virtue saved thy life!_ It seems some one has been within my chamber whilst I slept: Something of consequence hangs upon this accident. What, ho! who waits without? None answer me? Are ye all dead? What, ho! _Enter_ BEAMONT. _Beam._ How is it, friend? I thought, entering your house, I heard you call. _Tow._ I did, but as it seems without effect; none of my servants are within reach of my voice. _Beam._ You seem amazed at somewhat? _Tow._ A little discomposed: read that, and see if I have no occasion; that dagger was stuck there, by him who writ it. _Beam._ I must confess you have too just a cause: I am myself surprised at an event so strange. _Tow._ I know not who can be my enemy within this island, except my rival Harman; and for him, I truly did relate what passed betwixt us yesterday.