_Enter_ ISABINDA, BEAMONT, MIDDLETON, COLLINS, HARMAN _Senior; and_ JULIA. _Isab._ Who saw the bridegroom last? _Har. Sen._ He refused to pledge the last rummer; so I am out of charity with him. _Beam._ Come, shall we backward to the castle? I'll take care of you, lady. _Jul_ Oh, you have drunk so much, you are past all care. _Col._ But where can be this jolly bridegroom? Answer me that; I will have the bride satisfied. _Fisc._ He walked alone this way; we met him lately. _Isab._ I beseech you, sir, conduct us. _Har. Jun._ I'll bring you to him, madam. _Fisc._ [_To_ HAR. _Jun._] Remember, now's your time; if you o'erslip this minute, fortune perhaps will never send another. _Har. Jun._ I am resolved. _Fisc._ Come, gentlemen, I'll tell you such a pleasant accident, you'll think the evening short. _Jul._ I love a story, and a walk by moonshine. _Fisc._ Lend me your hand then, madam. [_Takes her by the one hand._ _Beam._ But one, I beseech you then; I must not quit her so. [_Takes her by the other hand. Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ HARMAN _Junior, and_ ISABINDA. _Isab._ Come, sir, which is the way? I long to see my love. _Har. Jun._ You may have your wish, and without stirring hence. _Isab._ My love so near? Sure you delight to mock me! _Har. Jun._ 'Tis you delight to torture me; behold the man who loves you more than his own eyes; more than the joys of earth, or hopes of heaven. _Isab._ When you renewed your friendship with my Towerson, I thought these vain desires were dead within you. _Har. Jun._ Smothered they were, not dead; your eyes can kindle no such petty fires, as only blaze a while, and strait go out. _Isab._ You know, when I had far less ties upon me, I would not hear you; therefore wonder not if I withdraw, and find the company. _Har. Jun._ That would be too much cruelty, to make me wretched, and then leave me so. _Isab._ Am I in fault if you are miserable? so you may call the rich man's wealth, the cause and object of the robber's guilt. Pray do not persecute me farther: You know I have a husband now, and would be loth to afflict his knowledge with your second folly. _Har. Jun._ What wondrous care you take to make him happy! yet I approve your method. Ignorance! oh, 'tis a jewel to a husband; that is, 'tis peace in him, 'tis virtue in his wife, 'tis honour in the world; he has all this, while he is ignorant. _Isab._ You pervert my meaning: I would not keep my actions from his knowledge; your bold attempts I would: But yet henceforth conceal your impious flames; I shall not ever be thus indulgent to your shame, to keep it from his notice. _Har. Jun._ You are a woman; have enough of love for him and me; I know the plenteous harvest all is his: He has so much of joy, that he must labour under it. In charity, you may allow some gleanings to a friend. _Isab._ Now you grow rude: I'll hear no more. _Har. Jun._ You must. _Imb._ Leave me. _Har. Jun._ I cannot.