AMBOYNA: A TRAGEDY.  
As it is ACTED At the THEATRE-ROYAL,  
Written by JOHN DRYDEN Servant to His Majesty.  
— Manet altâ mente repostum.  
LONDON: Printed by T. N. for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at the Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange. 1673.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE Lord Clifford of CHUDLEIGH.  
My Lord;  
AFter so many Favours, and those so great, Conferred on me by Your Lordship these many years; which, I may call more properly one Continued Act of Your Generosity and Goodness; I know not whether I should appear either more Ungrateful in my Silence, or more Extravagantly Vain in my endeavours to acknowledge them. For, since all Acknowledgements bear a Face of Payment, it may be thought, That I have flattered myself into an Opinion of being able to return some part of my Obligements to You; the just despair of which Attempt, and the due Veneration I have for his Person, to whom I must Address, have almost driven me, to Receive only with a profound Submission the effects of that Virtue, which is never to be Comprehended but by Admiration: And the greatest note of Admiration is Silence. 'Tis that noble Passion, to which Poets raise their Audience in highest Subjects, and they have then gained over them the greatest Victory, when they are Ravished into a Pleasure, which is not to be expressed by Words. To this Pitch, My Lord, the sense of my Gratitude had almost raised me: to receive your Favours as the jews of old received their Law, with a mute Wonder, to think, that the Loudness of Acclamation, was only the Praise of Men to Men, and that the secret homage of the Soul was a greater Mark of Reverence, than an outward ceremonious joy, which might be counterfeit, and must be irreverent in its Tumult. Neither, My Lord, have I a particular right to pay you my Acknowledgements: You have been a Good so Universal, that almost every Man in three Nations may think me Injurious to his Propriety, that I invade your Praises, in undertaking to celebrate them alone. And, that have assumed to myself a Patron, who was no more to be circumscribed than the Sun and Elements, which are of Public benefit to humane kind.  
As it was in much your power to oblige all who could pretend to Merit from the Public, so it was more in your Nature and Inclination. If any went ill-satisfyed from the Treasury, while, it was in your Lordship's Management, it proclaimed the want of Desert, and not of Friends: You Distributed your Master's Favour with so equal hands, that justice herself could not have held the Scales more even: but, with that Natural Propensity to do good, that had that Treasure been your own, your Inclination to Bounty must have ruined you: No Man attended to be denied: no Man bribed for Expedition: want, and desert were pleas sufficient. By your own Integrity and your Prudent Choice of those whom you employed, the King gave all that He intended, and Gratuities to His Officers made not vain His Bounty. This, My Lord, you were in your Public capacity of High-Treasurer, to which you ascended by such degrees, that your Royal Master saw your Virtues still growing to His Favours faster than they could rise to you. Both at home, and abroad, with your Sword and with your Counsel, you have served Him with unbiased Honour, and with unshaken resolution: making His Greatness, and the true Interest of your Country, the standard and measure of your actions Fortune may desert the wise and brave; but, true Virtue never will forsake itself. 'Tis the Interest of the World that Virtuous Men should attain to Greatness, because it gives them the power of doing good. But, when by the Iniquity of the Times they are brought to that extremity, that they must either quit their Virtue or their Fortune, they owe themselves so much, as to retire to the private exercise of their Honour; to be great within, and by the constancy of their Resolutions, to teach the inferior World, how they ought to judge of such Principles, which are asserted with so generous and so unconstrained a Trial.  
But, this voluntary neglect of Honours, has been of rare Example in the World: few Men have frowned first upon Fortune, and precipitated themselves from the top of her Wheel, before they felt at least the Declination of it. We read not of many Emperors like Dioclesian, and Charles the Fifth, who have preferred a Garden, and a Cloister, before a Crowd of Followers, and the troublesome Glory of an Active Life, which robs the Possessor of his rest and quiet, to secure the safety and happiness of others. Seneca, with the help of his Philosophy, could never attain to that pitch of Virtue. He only endeavoured to prevent his fall by descending first; and, offered to resign that Wealth which he knew he could no longer hold. He would only have made a Present to his Master of what he foresaw would become his Prey: He strove to avoid the Jealousy of a Tyrant; You dismissed yourself from the Attendance and Privacy of a Gracious King. Our Age has afforded us many Examples of a contrary nature: but your Lordship is the only one of this. 'Tis easy to discover in all Governments those who wait so close on Fortune, that they are never to be shaken off at any turn: Such who seem to have taken up a resolution of being Great, to continue their Stations on the Theatre of Business: to change with the Scene, and shift the Vizard for another part. These Men condemn in their Discourses that Virtue which they dare not practice. But the sober part of this present Age, and impartial Posterity will do right, both to your Lordship and to them. And when they read on what Accounts, and with how much Magnanimity you quitted those Honours, to which the highest Ambition of an English Subject could aspire, will apply to you with much more reason, what the Historian said of a Roman Emperor; Multi diutius Imperium tenuerunt; Nemo fortius reliquit.  
To this Retirement of your Lordship, I wish I could bring a better Entertainment, than this Play; which, though it succeeded on the Stage, will scarcely bear a serious perusal, it being contrived and written in a Month, the Subject barren, the Persons low, and the Writing not heightened with many laboured Scenes. The consideration of these defects ought to have prescribed more modesty to the Author, than to have presented it to that person in the World, for whom he has the greatest Honour, and of whose Patronage, the best of his Endeavours had been unworthy. But, I had not satisfied myself in staying longer, and could never have paid the Debt with a much better Play. As it is, the meaness of it will show at least, that I pretend not by it to make any manner of return for your Favours; and, that I only give you a new Occasion of Exercising your Goodness to me, in pardoning the Failings and Imperfections of, My Lord,  
Your Lordships, Most Humble, Most Obliged, Most Obedient Servant, I. Dryden.   

PROLOGUE TO AMBOYNA.  
AS needy Gallants in the Scriv'ners' hands,  
Court the rich Knave that gripes their Mortgaged Lands,  
The first fat Buck of all the Seasons sent  
And Keeper takes no Fee in Compliment:  
The doteage of some Englishmen is such  
To fawn on those who ruin them; the Dutch.  
They shall have all rather than make a War  
With those who of the same Religion are.  
The straits, the Guiney Trade, the Herrings too,  
Nay, to keep friendship, they shall pickle you:  
Some are resolved not to find out the Cheat,  
But Cuckold like, loves him who does the Feat:  
What injuries soe'er upon us fall,  
Yet still the same Religion answers all:  
Religion wheedled you to Civil War,  
Drew English Blood, and Dutchman's now would spare:  
Be gulled no longer, for you'll find it true,  
They have no more Religion faith— than you;  
Interest's the God they worship in their State,  
And you, I take it, have not much of that.  
Well Monarchys may own Religion's name,  
But States are Atheists in their very frame.  
They share a sin, and such proportions fall  
That like astink, 'tis nothing to 'em all.  
How they love England, you shall see this day:  
No Map shows Holland truer than our Play:  
Their Pictures and Inscriptions well we know;  
We may be bold one Medal sure to show.  
View then their Falsehoods, Rapine, Cruelty;  
And think what once they were▪ they still would be:  
But hope not either Language, Plot, or Art,  
'Twas writ in haste, but with an English Heart:  
And lest Hope, Wit, in Dutchmen that would be  
As much improper as would Honesty.   

Persons Represented.  

By  Captain Gabriel Towerson. 
Mr. Hart.  Mr. Beaumont English Merchants his Friends. 
Mr. Mohun.  Mr. Collins English Merchants his Friends. 
Mr. Lydal.  Captain Middleton, An English Sea Captain. 
Mr. Watson.  Perez. A Spanish Captain. 
Mr. Burt.  Harman Senior, Governor of Amboyna. 
Mr. Cartwright.  The Fiscal. 
Mr. Wintershal.  Harman Junior, Son to the Governor. 
Mr. Kynaston.  Van Herring, A Dutch Merchant. 
Mr. Beeston.   

By  Ysabinda Betrothed to Towerson An Indian Lady. 
Mrs. Marshal.  julia Wife to Perez. 
Mrs. james.  An English Woman. 
Mrs. Cory.  Page of Towerson. 
 A Skipper. 
 Two Dutch Merchants. 
  
SCENE Amboyna.   

AMBOYNA, OR THE CRUELTIES OF THE DUTCH TO THE ENGLISH MERCHANTS.  

ACT I.  

SCENE, I. A Castle on the Sea.  Enter Harman Senior, the Governor, the Fiscal, and Van Herring: Guards. Fisc. 
A Happy, day to our Noble Governor.  Har. 
Morrow Fiscal.  Van Her. 
Did the last Ships which came from Holland to these parts, bring us no news of Moment?  Fisc. 
Yes, the best that ever came into Amboyna, since we set footing here, I mean as to our interest.  Harm. 
I wonder much my Letters then, gave me so short accounts; they only said, The Orange Party was grown strong again, since Barnevelt had suffered.  Van Her. 
Mine inform me farther, the price of Pepper, and of other Spices was raised of late in Europe.  Harm. 
I wish that news may hold; but much suspect it, while the English maintain their Factories among us in Amboyna, or in the neighbouring Plantations of Seran.  Fisc. 
Still I have news that tickles me within, ha, ha, ha. I faith it does, and will do you and all our Countrymen.  Harm. 
Prithee do not torture us, but tell it.  Van Her. 
Whence comes this news?  Fisc. 
From England.  Harm. 
Is their East-India Fleet bound outward for these parts, or cast away, or met at Sea by Pirates?  Fisc. 
Better, much better yet, ha, ha, ha.  Harm. 
Now am I famished for my part of the laughter.  Fisc. 
Then my brave Governor, if you're a true Dutchman, I'll make your fat sides heave with the conceit on't, till you're blown like a pair of large Smith's Bellows, here look upon this Paper.  
Harman reading. You may remember we did endamage the English East-India Company, the value of Five hundred thousand pounds, all in one year; a Treaty is now Signed, in which the business is ta'en up for fourscore thousand. This is news indeed; would I were upon the Castle Wall, that I might throw my Cap into the Sea, and my Gold Chain after it, this is golden news, boys.  Van Her. 
This is news would kindle a thousand Bonfires, and make us piss 'em out again in Rhenish Wine.  Harm. 
Send presently to all our Factories, acquaint them with these blessed tidings: if we can scape to cheap, 'twill be no matter what villainies henceforth we put in practice.  Fisc. 
Hum, why this now gives encouragement to a certain Plot, which I have long been brewing, against these Skellum English. I almost have it here in Pericranio, and 'tis a sound one faith, no less, then to cut all their Throats, and seize all their Effects within this Island. I warrant you we may compound again.  Van Her. 
Seizing their Factories, I like well enough, it has some Savour in't, but for this whoreson cutting of Throats, it goes a little against the grain, because 'tis so Notoriously known in Christendom, that they have preserved ours from being cut by the Spaniards.  Harm. 
Hang 'em base English sterts, let 'em e'en take their part of their own old Proverb, save a Thief from the Gallows; they would needs protect us Rebels, and see what comes to themselves.  Fisc. 
You're i'th' right on't Noble Harman, their assistance, which was a Mercy, and a Providence to us, shall be a Judgement upon them.  Van Her. 
A little favour would do well; though, not that I would stop the Current of your Wit, or any other Plot to do them mischief, but they were first discoverers of this Isle, first Traded hither, and showed us the way.  Fisc. 
I grant you that, nay more, that by composition made after many long and tedious quarrels, they were to have a third part of the Traffic, we to build Forts, and they to contribute to the charge.  Harm. 
Which we have so increased each year upon 'em, we being in power, and therefore Judges of the Cost, that we exact what e'er we please, still more than half the charge, and on pretence of their Nonpayment, or the least delay, do often stop their Ships, detain their Goods, and drag 'em into Prisons, while our Commodities go on before, and still forestall their Markets.  Fisc. 
These I confess are pretty tricks, but will not do our business, we must ourselves be ruined at long run, if they have any Trade here; I know our charge at length will eat us out; I would not let these English from this Isle, have Cloves enough to stick an Orange with, not one to throw into their bottle-Ale.  Harm. 
But to bring this about now, there's the cunning.  Fisc. 
Let me alone a while, I have it as I told you here; mean time we must put on a feeming kindness, call 'em our Benefactors, and dear Brethren, pipe 'em within the danger of our Net, and then we'll draw it o'er 'em: when they're in, no mercy, that's my maxim.  Van Her. 
Nay, Brother, I am not too obstinate for saving Englishmen; 'twas but a qualm of conscience which profit will dispel: I have as true a Dutch Antipathy to England, as the proudest He in Amsterdam, that's a bold word now.  Harm. 
We are secure of our Superiors there; well, they may give the King of Great Britain a Verbal satisfaction, and with submissive fawning promises, make show to punish us, but interest is their God as well as ours: to that Almighty, they will sacrifice a thousand English Lives, and break a hundred thousand Oaths, ere they will punish those that make 'em rich, and pull their Rivals down. Guns go off within.  Van Her. 
Heard you those Guns?  Harm. 
Most plainly.  Fisc. 
The sound comes from the Port, some Ship arrived salutes the Castle, and I hope, brings more good news from Holland. Guns again.  Harm. 
Now they answer 'em from the Fortress.  Enter Beaumont and Collins. Van Her. 
Beaumont and Collins, English Merchants both, perhaps they'll certify us.  Beam. 
Captain Harman Van Spelt, good-day to you.  Harm. 
Dear, kind Mr. Beaumont, a thousand and a thousand good days to you, and all our friends the English.  Fisc. 
Came you from the Port, Gentlemen?  Coll. 
We did; and saw arrive, our honest, and our gallant Countryman, brave Captain Gabriel Towerson.  Beam. 
Sent to these parts from our Employers of the East-India Company in England, as General of the Voyage.  Fisc. 
Is the brave Towerson returned?  Coll. 
The same, Sir.  Harm. 
He shall be nobly welcome. He has already spent twelve years upon, or near these rich Molucca Isles, and home returned with honour and great wealth.  Fisc. 
The Devil give him joy of both, or I will for him.  Aside. Beam. 
He's my particular Friend, I lived with him, both at Ternate, Tydore, and at Seran.  Van Her. 
Did he not leave a Mistress in these parts, a Native of this Island of Amboyna?  Col. 
He did, I think they call her Ysabinda, who received Baptism for his sake, before he hence departed.  Harm. 
'Tis much against the will of all her friends, she loves your Countryman, but they are not disposers of her person; she's beauteous, rich, and young, and Towerson well deserves her.  Beam. 
I think, without flattery to my friend, he does. Were I to choose of all mankind, a Man, on whom I would rely for Faith and Counsel, or more, whose personal aid I would invite, in any worthy cause to second me, it should be only Gabriel Towerson; daring he is, and there to fortunate: yet soft and apt to pity the distressed, and liberal to relieve 'em: I have seen him not alone to pardon Foes, but by his bounty win 'em to his love: if he has any fault, 'tis only that, to which great minds can only subject be, he thinks all honest, 'cause himself is so, and therefore none suspects.  Fisc. 
I like him well for that; this fault of his great mind, as Beaumont calls it, may give him cause to wish he was more wary, when it shall be too late. Aside.  Harm. 
I was in some small hope, this Ship had been of our own Country, and brought back my son. For much about this season I expect him, good morrow Gentlemen, I go to fill a Brendice to my Noble Captain's health, pray tell him so; the youth of our Amboyna, I'll send before to welcome him.  Col. 
We'll stay, and meet him here.  Exeunt Harman, Fiscal, and Van Herring. Beam. 
I do not like these fleering Dutchmen, they over act their kindness.  Col. 
I know not what to think of 'em, that old fat Governor Harman van Spelt, I have known long; they say he was a Cooper in his Country, and took the measure of his Hoops for Tuns, by his own Belly: I love him not, he makes a jest of men in misery; the first fat merry fool I ever knew that was ill natured.  Beam. 
He's absolutely governed by this Fiscal, who was as I have heard, an ignorant Advocate in Rotterdam, such as in England we call a Pettifogging Rogue; one that knows nothing, but the worst part of the Law, its tricks and snares: I fear he hates us English mortally. Pray Heaven we feel not the effects on't.  Col. 
Neither he, nor Harman, will dare to show their malice to us, now Towerson is come. For though 'tis true, we have no Castle here, he has an awe upon 'em in his worth, which they both fear and reverence.  Beam. 
I wish it so may prove, my mind is a bad Prophet to me, and what it does forebode of ill, it seldom fails to pay me. Here a comes.  Col. 
And in his company, young Harman, Son to our Dutch Governor, I wonder how they met.  Enter Towerson, Harman junior, and a Skipper. Towers. 
entering to the Skipper. These Letters see conveyed with speed to our Plantations. This to Cambello, and to Hitto this, this other to Loho. Tell 'em their Friends in England greet 'em well; and when I left 'em, were in perfect health.  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.  Harm. Iu. 
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.  Towers. 
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 Beaumont. 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. 
I'll leave you with your friends, my duty binds me to hasten to receive a Father's blessing.  Exit Harman junior. Beam. 
You're so much a friend, that I must tax you for being a slack lover. You have not yet enquired of Ysabinda.  Towers. 
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 Ysabinda then—  Towers. 
You have said all in that, my Ysabinda, 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 Amboyner 's, Men and Women with Timbrels before them. A Dance. After the Dance, Enter Harman Senior, Harman junior, Fiscal, and Van Herring. Harm. Sen. 
embracing Towerson. Oh 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 falsehearted.  Towers. 
You ne'er shall have occasion on my part: the like I promise for our Factories, while I continue here: This I'll yields Spice enough for both; and Europe, Ports, and Chapmen, were to vend them.  Har. Sen. 
It does, it does, we have enough, if we can be contented.  Towers. 
And Sir, why should we not, what mean these endless jars of Trading Nations? 'tis true, the World was never large enough for Avarice or Ambition; but those who can be pleased with moderate gain, may have the ends of Nature, not to want: nay, even its Luxuries may be supplied from her overflowing bounties in these parts: from whence she yearly sends Spices, and Gums, the Food of Heaven in Sacrifice. And besides these, her Gems of richest value, for Ornament, more than necessity.  Har. Sen. 
You are i'th' right, we must be very friends, I faith we must, I have an old Dutch heart, as true and trusty as your English Oak.  Fisc. 
We never can forget the Patronage of your Elizabeth, of famous memory; when from the Yoke of Spain, and Alva's Pride, her potent Succours, and her well timed Bounty, freed us, and gave us credit in the World.  Towers. 
For this we only ask a fair Commerce and Friendliness of Conversation here: and what our several Treaties bind us to, you shall, while Towerson lives, see so performed, as fits a Subject to an English King.  Harm. Sen. 
Now by my faith you ask too little friend, we must have more than bare Commerce betwixt us: receive me to your bosom, by this Beard I will never deceive you.  Beam. 
I do not like his Oath, there's treachery in that judas coloured Beard. aside.  Fisc. 
Pray use me as your Servant.  Van Her. 
And me too Captain.  Tower. 
I receive you both as Jewels, which I'll wear in either Ear, and never part with you.  Harm. Sen. 
I cannot do enough for him to whom I owe my Son.  Harm. Iu. 
Nor I, till fortune send me such another brave occasion of fighting so for you.  Harm. Sen. 
Captain, very shortly, we must use your Head in a certain business, ha, ha, ha, my dear Captain.  Fisc. 
We must use your Head indeed Sir.  Tower. 
Sir, Command me, and take it as a debt I owe your Love.  Harm. Sen. 
Talk not of Debt, for I must have your Heart.  Van Her. 
Your Heart indeed, good Captain.  Harm. Sen. 
You are weary now I know, Sea beat, and weary, 'tis time we respite further Ceremony; besides, I see one coming, whom I know you long to embrace, and I should be unkind to keep you from her Arms.  Enter Ysabinda and Julia. Ysabin. 
Do I hold my Love, do I embrace him, after a tedious absence of three years? are ye indeed returned, are ye the same? do you still love your Ysabinda? speak before I ask you twenty questions more: for I have so much Love, and so much Joy: that if you do not love as well as I, I shall appear distracted.  Towers. 
We meet then both out of ourselves, for I am nothing else, but Love and Joy; and to take care of my discretion now, would make me much unworthy of that passion, to which you set no bounds.  Ysab. 
How could you be so long away?  Towers. 
How can you think I was: I still was here, still with you, never absent in my mind.  Harm. jun. 
She's a most charming Creature, I wish I had not seen her. aside.  Ysab. 
Now I shall love your God, because I see that he takes care of Lovers: but my dear Englishman, I prithee let it be our last of absence, I cannot bear another parting from thee, nor promise thee to live three other years, if thou again goest hence.  Towers. 
I never will without you.  Harm. Sen. 
I said before, we should but trouble ye.  Towers. 
You make me blush, but if you ever were a Lover, Sir, you will forgive a folly, which is sweet, though I confess, 'tis much extravagant.  Harm. jun. 
A has but too much cause for this excess of Joy, oh happy, happy Englishman, but I unfortunate. aside.  Towers. 
Now when you please, lead on.  Harm. Sen. 
This day you shall be feasted at the Castle, where our Great Guns shall loudly speak your welcome.  
All signs of joy shall through the I'll be shown,  
Whilst in full Romers we our friendship crown.  Exeunt omnes.   

ACT II.  

SCENE. I.  Enter Ysabinda, Harman Jun. Ysab. 
THis to me, from you, against your friend.  Harm. 
Have I not Eyes, are you not fair? why does it seem so strange?  Ysab. 
Come, 'tis a plot betwixt you: my Englishman is jealous, and has sent you to try my faith, he might have spared the experiment after a three years' absence; that was a proof sufficient of my constancy.  Harm. 
I heard him say he never had returned, but that his Masters of the East-India Company, proffered him large conditions.  Ysab. 
You do belie him basely.  Harm. 
As much as I do you, in saying you are fair; or as I do myself, when I declare I die for you.  Ysab. 
If this be earnest, you've done a most unmanly and ungrateful part, to court the intended Wife of him, to whom you are most obliged.  Harm. 
Leave me to answer that: assure yourself I love you violently, and if you are wise, you'll make some difference 'twixt Towerson and me.  Ysab. 
Yes, I shall make a difference, but not to your advantage.  Harm. 
You must, or falsify your knowledge; an Englishman, part Captain, and part Merchant; his Nation of declining interest here: consider this, and weigh against that fellow, not me, but any, the least and meanest Dutchman in this Isle.  Ysab. 
I do not weigh by bulk: I know your Countrymen have the advantage there.  Harm. 
Hold back your hand, from firming of your faith; you'll thank me in a little time, for staying you so kindly from embarking in his ruin.  Ysab. 
His fortune is not so contemptible as you'd make it seem.  Harm. 
Wait but one month for the event.  Ysab. 
I will not wait one day, though I were sure to sink with him the next: so well I love my Towerson, I will not lose another Sun, for fear a should not rise to morrow. For yourself, pray rest assured, of all Mankind, you should not be my choice, after an act of such ingratitude.  Harm. 
You may repent your scorn at leisure.  Ysab. 
Never, unless I married you.  Enter Towerson. Towers. 
Now my dear Ysabinda, I dare pronounce myself most happy: since I have gained your Kindred, all difficulties cease.  Ysab. 
I wish we find it so.  Towers. 
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.  Harm. 
You have no reason Towerson to be sad, you are the happy man.  Towers. 
If I have any, you must needs have some.  Har. 
No, you are loved, and I am bid despair.  Towers. 
Time, and your Services, will perhaps, make you as happy as I am in my Ysabinda's love.  Harm. 
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.  Towers. 
Is this true Ysabinda?  Ysab. 
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.  Towers. 
Leave us my Dear a little to ourselves.  Ysab. 
I fear you'll quarrel, for he seemed incensed, and threatened you with ruin. To him aside.  Towers. 
'Tis to prevent an ill, which may be fatal to us both, that I would speak with him.  Ysab. 
Swear to me by your Love you will not fight.  Towers. 
Fear not my Ysabinda; things are not grown to that extremity.  Ysab. 
I leave you, but I doubt the consequence.  Exit Ysab. Towers. 
I want a name to call you by, Friend, you declare you are not, and to Rival, I am not yet enough accustomed.  Harm. 
Now I consider on't, 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 Ysabinda to me.  Towers. 
Yield Ysabinda to you?  Harm. 
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—  Towers. 
Hold, you mistake me Harman, I never gave you just occasion to think I would make Merchandise of Love; Ysabinda you know is mine, contracted to me e'er I went for England and must be so till death.  Har. 
She must not Towerson; you know you are not strongest in these parts, and 'twill be ill contesting with your Masters.  Towers. 
Our Masters? Harman you durst not once have named that Word in any part of Europe.  Har. 
Here I both dare and Will, you ha'no Castles in Amboyna.  Towers. 
Though we have not, we yet have English Hearts and Courages, not to endure Affronts.  Har. 
They may be tried.  Towers. 
Your Father sure will not maintain you in this Insolence, I know he is too honest.  Har. 
Assure yourself, he will Espouse my Quarrel.  Towers. 
We would complain to England.  Har. 
Your Country Men have tried that course so often, methinks they should grow wiser, and desist: but now there is no need of troubling any others but ourselves; the sum of all is this, you either must Resign me Ysabinda, or instantly resolve, to clear your Title to her by your Sword.  Towers. 
I will do neither now.  Har. 
Then I'll believe you dare not fight me fairly.  Towers. 
You know I durst have fought, though I am not vain enough to boast it, nor would upbraid you with remembrance of it.  Har. 
You destroy your benefit with Rehearsal of it, but that was in a Ship, backed by your Men, single Duel is a fairer Trial of your courage.  Towers. 
I'm not to be provoked out of my temper: here I am a Public Person, entrusted by my King and my Employers, and should I kill you Harman,—  Har. 
Oh never think you can, Sir.  Towers. 
I should betray my Countrymen to suffer not only worse Indignities, than those they have already born, but for aught I know, might give 'em up to general Imprisonment, perhaps betray them to a Massacre.  Har. 
These are but pitiful and weak excuses, I'll force you to confess you dare not fight, you shall ha' provocations.  Towers. 
I will not stay to take 'em: Only this before I go, if you are truly Gallant, insult not where you have power, but keep your Quarrel secret, we may have time and place out of this Island: mean while, I go to Marry Isabinda, that you shall see I dare: No more, follow me not an Inch beyond this place no not an Inch, adieu.  Exit Towerson. Har. 
Thou goest to thy Grave, or I to mine.  Is going after him. Enter fiscal. Fisc. 
Whither so fast Min Here?  Har. 
After that English Dog, whom I believe you saw.  Fisc. 
Whom, Towerson?  Har. 
Yes, let me go, I'll have his blood.  Fisc. 
Let me advise you first, you young Men are so violently hot.  Har. 
I say I'll have his Blood.  Fisc. 
To have his Blood is not amiss, so far I go with you, but take me with you further for the means: first what's the injury?  Har. 
Not to detain you with a tedious Story, I love his Mistress, Courted her, was slighted; into the heat of this he came, I offered him the best Advantages, he could or to himself propose, or to his Nation, would he quit her Love.  Fisc. 
So far you are prudent, for she's exceeding rich.  Har. 
He refused all, than I threatened him with my Father's power.  Fisc. 
That was unwisely done; your Father, underhand, may do a mischief, but 'tis too gross above board.  Har. 
At last, nought else prevailing, I defied him to single Duel, this he refused, and I believe 'twas fear.  Fisc. 
No, no, mistake him not, 'tis a stout Whoreson, you did ill to press him, 'twill not sound well in Europe, He being here a public Minister; having no means of scaping should he kill you, besides exposing all his Countrymen to a Revenge.  Har. 
That's all one, I'm resolved I will pursue my course and Fight him.  Fisc. 
Pursue your end, that's to enjoy the Woman, and her Wealth; I would, like you, have Towerson dispatched; for as I am a true Dutchman, I do hate him, but I would convey him smoothly out of the World, and without noise; they'll say we are Ingrateful else, in England, and barbarously cruel; now I could swallow down the thing Ingratitude, and the thing Murder, but the Names are odious.  Har. 
What would you have me do then?  Fisc. 
Let him enjoy his Love a little while, 'twill break no squares, in the long run of a man's life; you shall have enough of her, and in convenient time.  Har. 
I cannot bear he should enjoy her first; no, 'tis determined; I will kill him bravely.  Fisc. 
ay, a right young Man's bravery, that's Folly: Let me alone, something I'll put in practice, to rid you of this Rival ere he Marries, without your once appearing in it.  Har. 
If I durst trust you now?  Fisc. 
If you believe that I have Wit, or Love you.  Har. 
Well Sir, you have prevailed; be speedy; for once I will rely on you; farewell: Exit Harman.  Fisc. 
This hopeful business will be quickly spoiled, if I not take exceeding care of it.  
Stay,— Towerson to be killed and privately, that must be laid down as the groundwork, for stronger reasons than a young Man's Passion, but who shall do't, no English Man will, and much I fear, no Dutchman dares attempt it.  Enter Perez. 
Well said, I faith old Devil let thee alone, when once a Man is plotting Villainy, to find him a fit Instrument.  
This Spanish Captain, who commands our Slaves, is bold enough, and is beside in want, and proud enough to think he merits Wealth.  Perez. 
This Fiscal loves my Wife, I'm jealous of him, and yet must speak him fair to get my Pay; Oh, there's the Devil for a Castilian, to stoop to one of his own Master's Rebels who has, or who designs to Cuckold him. aside.  
To Fiscal: I come to kiss your hand again Sir, six Months I am in arrear, I must not starve, and Spaniards cannot beg.  Fisc 
I've been a better Friend to you, than perhaps you think Captain.  Perez. 
I fear you have indeed. aside.  Fisc. 
And faithfully solicited your business; send but your Wife to morrow Morning early, the Money shall be ready.  Perez. 
What if I come myself.  Fisc. 
Why ye may have it if you come yourself Captain, but in case your occasions should call you any other way, you dare trust her to receive it.  Perez. 
She has no skill in Money.  Fisc. 
It shall be told into her hand, or given her upon honour, in a lump; but Captain, you were saying you did want, now I should think three hundred Dobloons would do you no great harm, they'll serve to make you Merry on the Watch.  Perez. 
Must they be told into my Wife's hand too?  Fisc. 
No, those you may receive you self, if you dare Merit 'em.  Perez. 
I am a Spaniard Sir, that implies Honour: I dare all that is possible.  Fisc. 
Then you dare Kill a Man.  Perez. 
So it be fairly.  Fisc. 
But what if he will not be so civil to be killed that way? He's a sturdy Fellow, I know you stout, and do not question your Valour; but I would make sure work, and not endanger you who are my Friend.  Perez. 
I fear the Governor will Execute me.  Fisc. 
The Governor will thank you: 'tis he shall be your Paymaster; you shall have your Pardon drawn up before hand, and remember, no transitory Sum, three hundred Quadruples in your own Country Gold.  Perez. 
Well, name your Man.  Enter Julia. Fisc. 
Your Wife comes, take it in whisper.  They whisper. jul. 
Yonder's my Master, and my Dutch Servant, how lovingly they talk in private; if I did not know my Don's temper to be monstrously jealous, I should think, they were driving a secret Bargain for my Body; but Cuerno is not to be digested by my Castilian. Mi Mohen, my Wife and my Mistress, a lays the Emphasis on me, as if to Cuckold him were a worse sin, then breaking the Commandment. If my English Lover Beaumont, my Dutch Love the fiscal, and my Spanish Husband, were Painted in a piece with me amongst 'em, they would make a Pretty Emblem of the two Nations, that Cuckold his Catholic Majesty in his Indi's.  Fisc. 
You'll undertake it then?  Perez. 
I have served under Towerson as his Lieutenant, served him well, and though I say't, bravely, yet ne'er have been rewarded, though he promised largely; 'tis resolved, I'll do't.  Fisc. 
And swear secrecy.  Perez. 
By this Beard.  Fisc. 
Go wait upon the Governor from me, confer with him about it in my name, this Seal will give you credit.  Gives him his Seal. Perez. 
I go.  Goes a step or two, while the other approaches his Wife. 
What shall I be, before I come again? Exit.  Fisc. 
Now my fair Mistress we shall have the opportunity which I have long desired. To Julia.  Perez. 
The Governor is now a sleeping, this is his hour of afternoons repose, I'll go when he's awake. Returning.  Fisc. 
He slept early this afternoon, I left him newly waked.  Perez. 
Well, I go then, but with an aching heart  Exit. Fisc. 
So, at length he's gone.  jul. 
But you may find a was jealous by his delay.  Fisc. 
If I were as you, I would give evident proofs, should cure him of that disease for ever after.  Enter Perez again. Perez. 
I have considered on't, and if you would go along with me to the Governor, it would do much better.  Fisc. 
No, no, that would make the matter more suspicious. The Devil take thee for an impertinent Cuckold.  aside. Perez. 
Well I must go then. Exit Perez.  jul. 
Nay there was never the like of him, but it sha'n't serve his turn, we'll Cuckold him most furiously.  Enter Perez again. Per. 
I had forgot one thing, dear sweet heart go home quickly, and oversee our business, it won't go forward without one of us.  Fisc. 
I warrant you, take no care of your business, leave it to me, I'll put it forward in your absence, go go, you'll lose your oppportunity; I'll be at home before you, and sup with you to night.  Per. 
You shall be welcome, but—  Fisc. 
Three hundred Quadruples.  Perez. 
That's true but—  Fisc. 
But three hundred Quadruples.  Perez. 
The Devil take the Quadruples.  Enter Beaumont. Beam. 
there's my Cuckold that must be, and my fellow swager the Dutchman, with my Mistress, my Nose is wiped to day, I must retire for the Spaniard is jealous of me.  Perez. 
Oh Mr. Beaumont, I'm to ask a favour of you.  Beam. 
This is unusual, pray command it Sennor.  Perez. 
I am going upon urgent business, pray sup with me to night, and in the mean time, bear my worthy friend here company.  Beam. 
With all my heart.  Perez. 
So, now I am secure; though I dare not trust her with one of 'em, I may with both; they'll hinder one another, and preserve my honour into the bargain. Now for my Dobloons. Exit.  Beam. 
Now Mr. fiscal, you are the happy Man with the Ladies, and have got the precedence of Traffic here too; you've the Indie's in your Arms, yet I hope a poor English Man may come in for a third part of the Merchandise.  Fisc. 
Oh Sir, in these Commodities here's enough for both, here's Mace for you, and Nutmegg for me in the same Fruit; and yet the owner has to spare for other friends too.  jul. 
My Husband's Plantations like to thrive well betwixt you.  Beam. 
Horn him, he deserves not so much happiness as he enjoys in you; he's jealous.  jul. 
'Tis no wonder if a Spaniard looks yellow.  Beam. 
Betwixt you and me; 'tis a little kind of venture, that we make in doing this Don's drudgery for him; for the whole Nation of 'em is generally so Pocky, that 'tis no longer a Disease, but a second nature in 'em.  Fisc. 
I have heard indeed, that 'tis incorporated among 'em, as deeply as the Moors and Jews are, there's scarce a Family, but 'tis crept into their blood like the new Christians.  jul. 
Come I'll have no whispering betwixt you, I know you were talking of my Husband, because my Nose itches.  Beam. 
Faith Madam, I was speaking in favour of your Nation: what pleasant lives I have known Spaniards to live in England.  jul. 
If you love me, let me hear a little.  Beam. 
We observed 'em to have much of the nature of our Flies, they buzzed abroad a Month or two i'th' Summer, would venture about Dog days to take the Air in the Park, but all the Winter slept like Dormice, and if ever they appeared in public after Michaelmass, their Faces showed the difference betwixt their Country and ours, for they look in Spain as if they were Roasted, and in England as if they were Sodden.  julia. 
I'll not believe your description.  Fisc. 
Yet our observations of 'em in Holland, are not much unlike it; I've known a great Don at the Hague, with the Gentleman of his Horse, his Major Domo, and two Secretaryes, all Dine at four several Tables, on the Quarters of a single Pullet: the Victuals of the under Servants were weighed out in ounces, by the Don himself; with so much Garlic in the other Scale: a thin slice of Bacon, went through the Family a week together: for it was daily put into the Pot for Pottage; was served in the midst of the Dish at Dinners, and taken out and weighed by the Steward, at the end of every Meal, to see how much it lost; till at length, looking at it against the Sun, it appeared transparent, and then he would have whipped it up, as his own Fees, at a Morsel; but that his Lord barred the Dice, and reckoned it to him for a part of his Board Wages.  Beam. 
In few words Madam, the general Notion we had of 'em, was, that they were very frugal of their Spanish Coin, and very liberal of their Neapolitan.  julia. 
I see Gentlemen, you are in the way of Rallying; therefore let me be no hindrance to your sport; do as much for one another, as you have done for our Nation.  
Pray Min Heer Fiscal, what think you of the English.  Fisc. 
Oh, I have an Honour for the Country.  Beam. 
I beseech you leave your ceremony, we can hear of our faults without choler, therefore speak of us with a true Amsterdam spirit, and do not spare us.  Fisc. 
Since you command me, Sir, 'tis said of you, I know not how truly, that for your Fishery at home, you're like Dogs in the Manger, you will neither manage it yourselves, nor permit your neighbours; so that for your Sovereignty of the Narrow Seas, if the Inhabitants of 'em, the Herrings, were capable of being Judges, they would certainly award it to the English, because they were then sure to live undisturbed, and quiet under you.  Beam. 
Very good, proceed, Sir.  Fisc. 
'Tis true, you gave us aid in our time of need, but you paid yourselves with our Cautionary Towns: and that you have since delivered them up, we can never give sufficient commendation, either to your Honesty, or to your Wit; For both which qualities, you have purchased such an immortal Fame, that all Nations are instructed, how to deal with you another time.  Beam. 
A most grateful acknowledgement, sweet Sir, go on.  Fisc. 
For your Trade abroad, if you should obtain it, you are so horribly expensive, that you would undo yourselves and all Christendom: for you would sink under your very profit, and the gains of the Universal World would beggar you: you devour a Voyage to the Indi's, by the Multitude of Mouths with which you Man your Vessels: providence has contrived it well, that the Indi's are Managed by us, an Industrious and frugal people, who distribute its Merchandise to the rest of Europe, and suffer it not to be consumed in England, that the other members might be starved, while you of Great Britain, as you call it, like a Rickety head, would only swell and grow bigger by it.  jul. 
I have heard enough of England; have you nothing to return upon the netherlands?  Beam. 
Faith very little, to any purpose; he has been before hand with us, as his Countrymen are in their Trade, and taken up so many vices for the use of England, that a has left almost none for the Low Countries.  jul. 
Come a word however.  Beam. 
In the first place you showed your ambition, when you began to be a State: for not being Gentlemen, you have stolen the Arms of the best Families of Europe; and wanting a name, you made bold with the first of the divine Attributes; and called yourselves the HIGH and MIGHTY: though, let me tell you, that, besides the Blasphemy, the Title is ridiculous; for HIGH is no more proper for the netherlands then MIGHTY is for seven little rascally Provinces, no bigger in all than a Shire in England. For my main Theme, your Ingratitude, you have in part acknowledged it, by your laughing at our easy delivery of your Cautionary Towns: the best is, we are used by you, as well as your own Princes of the House of Orange, We and They have set you up, and you undermine their Power, and circumvent our Trade.  Fisc. 
And good reason, if our interest requires it.  Beam. 
That leads me to your Religion, which is only made up of Interest: at home, ye tolerate all Worships, in them who can pay for it; and abroad, you were lately so civil to the Emperor of Pegu, as to do open sacrifice to his Idols.  Fisc. 
Yes, and by the same token you English were such precise fools as to refuse it.  Beam. 
For frugality in Trading, we confess we cannot compare with you; for our Merchants live like Noblemen: your Gentlemen, if you have any, live like Boars; you traffic for all the rarities of the World, and dare use none of 'em yourselves; so that in effect, you are the Mill Horses of Mankind, that labour only for the wretched Provender you eat: a pot of Butter and a pickled Herring is all your Riches; and in short, you have a good Title to cheat all Europe, because in the first place, you x your own Backs and Bellies.  Fisc. 
We may enjoy more when e'er we please.  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 prophesy 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 1.  Enter Perez. Perez. 
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 passed.  Ser. 
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.  Ser. 
He bid we should not wake him, but some of us in good manners should have stayed, 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.  Seru. 
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.  Perez. 
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 before hand; up Perez, rouse thy Spanish courage up, if he should wake, I think I dare attempt him, than my revenge is nobler, and revenge, to injured Men is full as sweet as profit. Exit.   

The Scene drawn, discovers Towerson asleep on a Couch in his Nightgown. A Table by him, Pen, Ink, and Paper onit.  Re-enter Perez with a Dagger. Perez. 
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 Service 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 Towersons Paper, then sticks his Dagger in it. 
Stick there, that when he wakens he may may know,  
To his own Virtue he his Life does owe. Exi Perez.  Towerson awakens. Towers. 
I have o'reslept my hour this morning, if to enjoy a pleasing dream, can be to sleep too long: me thought my dear Ysabinda 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 straight way 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 Beaumont. Beam. 
How is it friend: I thought entering your House, I heard you call.  Towers. 
I did, but as it seems without effect, none of my Servants are within reach of my voice.  Beam. 
You seem amazed at somewhat!  Towers. 
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.  Towers. 
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.  Beam. 
You bore yourself in that as it became you, as one who was a witness to himself of his own courage, and while by necessary care of others, you were forced to decline fighting, showed how much you did despise the Man who sought the quarrel: 'twas base in him, so backed as he is here, to offer it, much more to press you to it.  Towers. 
I may find a foot of ground in Europe, to tell the insulting Youth, he better had provoked some other Man, but sure I cannot think 'twas he, who left that Dagger there.  Beam. 
No, for it seems too great a Nobleness of Spirit, for one like him to practice: 'twas certainly an Enemy, who came to take your sleeping life; but thus to leave unfinished the design, proclaims the act, No Dutchman.  Towers. 
That, time will best discover, I'll think no further of it.  Beam. 
I confess you have more pleasing thoughts to employ your mind at present; I left your Bride just ready for the Temple, and came to call you to her.  Towers. 
I'll straight attend you thither.  Enter Harman senior, Fiscal, and Van Herring. Fisc. 
Remember, Sir, what I advised you; you must seemingly make up the business. To Harman.  Harm. 
I warrant you. What my brave bonny Bridegroom, not yet dressed, you are a lazy Lover, I must chide you.  To Towerson. Towerson. 
I was just preparing.  Harm. 
I must prevent part of the Ceremony: you thought to go to her, she is by this time at the Castle, where she is invited with our common friends; for you shall give me leave, if you so please, to entertain you both.  Towers. 
I have some reasons, why I must refuse the Honour you intent me.  Harm. 
You must have none; what my old friend steal a Wedding from me? In troth you wrong our friendship.  Beam. 
to him aside. Sir, go not to the Castle, you cannot in Honour accept an invitation from the Father, after an affront from the Son.  Towers. 
Once more I beg your pardon, Sir.  Harm. 
Come, come, I know your reason of refusal, but it must not prevail; My Son has been to blame, I'll not maintain him in the least neglect, which he should show to any Englishman, much less to you, the best, and most esteemed of all my friends.  Towers. 
I should be willing, Sir, to think it was a young Man's rashness, or perhaps the Rage of a successless Rival, yet he might have spared some words.  Harm. 
Friend, he shall ask your pardon, or I'll no longer own him; what, ungrateful to a Man, whose Valour has preserved him? he shall do't, he shall indeed, I'll make you friends upon your own conditions, he's at the door, pray let him be admitted: this is a day of general jubilee.  Towers. 
You Command here, you know Sir.  Fisc. 
I'll call him in, I am sure he will be proud at any rate to redeem your kind opinion of him.  Exit Fiscal, and reenters with Harman junior. Harm. jun. 
Sir, my Father, I hope, has in part satisfied you, that what I spoke, was only an effect of sudden passion, of which I am now ashamed, and desire it may be no longer lodged in your remembrance, than it is now in my intention to do you any injury.  Towers. 
Your Father may Command me to more difficult employments, then to receive the friendship of a Man, of whom I did not willingly embrace an ill opinion.  Harm. jun. 
Nothing henceforward, shall have power to take from me that happiness, in which you are so generously pleased to reinstate me. Exeunt.  Harm. Sen. 
Why this is as it should be, trust me I weep for joy.  Beam. 
Towerson is easy, and too credulous. I fear 'tis all dissembled on their parts. aside.  Harm. Sen. 
Now set we forward to the Castle, the Bride is there before us.  Towers. 
Sir, I wait you.  Ezeunt Harman Sen. Towerson, Beaumont and Van Herring. Enter Captain Perez. Fisc. 
Now Captain, when perform you what you promised concerning Towersons death?  Perez. 
Never— There judas, take your hire of blood again. Throws him a Purse.  Harm. jun. 
Your reason for this sudden change.  Perez. 
I cannot own the name of Man and do't  Harm. jun. 
Your Head shall answer the neglect of what you were Commanded.  Perez. 
If it must, I cannot shun my destiny.  Fisc. 
Harman, you are too rash, pray hear his reasons first.  Perez. 
I have 'em to myself, I'll give you none.  Fis. 
None, that's hard; well, you can be secret Captain, for your own sake I hope.  Perez. 
That I have sworn already, my oath binds me.  Fisc. 
That's enough: we have now changed our minds, and do not wish his death, at least as you shall know. aside.  Perez. 
I am glad on't, for he's a brave and worthy Gentleman, I would not for the wealth of both the Indies, have had his Blood upon my Soul to answer.  Fisc. 
aside to Harman. I shall find a time to take back our secret from him, at the price of his life, when he least dreams of it; mean time 'tis fit we speak him fair. To Perez.  
Captain, a reward attend you greater than you could hope, we only meant to try your honesty. I am more than satisfied of your reasons.  Perez. 
I still shall labour to deserve your kindness in any honourable way. Exit Perez.  Harm. 
I told you that this Spaniard had not courage enough for such an enterprise.  Fisc. 
He rather had too much of honesty.  Harm. 
Oh you have ruined me, you promised me this day, the death of Towerson, and now instead of that, I see him happy; I'll go and fight him yet, I swear he never shall enjoy her.  Fisc. 
He sha'nnot, that I swear with you, but you are too rash; the business never can be done your way.  Harm. 
I'll trust no other Arm but my own in it.  Fisc. 
Yes, mine you shall, I'll help you, this evening as he goes from the Castle, we'll find some way to meet him in the dark, and then make sure of him for getting Maidenheads to night; to morrow I'll bestow a Pill upon my Spanish Don, lest he discover what he knows.  Harm. 
Give me your Hand, you'll help me.  Fisc. 
By all my hopes, I will: in the mean time, with a feigned Mirth, 'tis fit we gild our Faces; the troth is, that we may smile in earnest, when we look upon the Englishman, and think how we will use him.  Harm. 
Agreed, come to the Castle.  Exeunt. Enter Harman Senior, Towerson, and Ysabinda, Beaumont, Collins, Van Herring: they seat themselves. 

Epithalamium.  

THe day is come, I see it rise,  
Betwixt the Bride's and Bridegroom's Eyes,  
That Golden day they wished so long,  
Love picked it out amidst the throng;  
He destined to himself this Sun,  
And took the Reins and drove him on;  
In his own Beams he dressed him bright,  
Yet bid him bring a better night.   

The day you wished arrived at last,  
You wish as much that it were passed,  
One Minute more and night will hide,  
The Bridegroom and the blushing Bride.  
The Virgin now to Bed does go:  
Take care oh Youth, she rise not so;  
She pants and trembles at her doom,  
And fears and wishes thou wouldst come.   

The Bridegroom comes, He comes apace  
With Love and Fury in his Face;  
She shrinks away, He close pursues▪  
And Prayers and Threats, at once does use,  
She softly sighing begs delay,  
And with her hand put his away,  
Now out a loud for help she cries,  
And now despairing shuts her Eyes.    Har. Sen. 
I like this Song, 'twas sprightly, it would restore me twenty years of Youth, had I but such a Bride.  A DANCE. After the Dance: Enter Harman junior and Fiscal. Beam. 
Come let me have the Sea fight, I like that better, than a thousand of your wanton Epithalamiums.  Har. jun. 
He means that Fight in which he freed me from the Pirates.  Towers. 
Prithee Friend oblige me, and call not for that Song, 'twill breed ill blood. to Beaumont.  Beam. 
Prithee be not scrupulous, ye fought it bravely. Young Harman is ungrateful if he does not acknowledge it. I say, sing me the Sea Fight.  

The Sea Fight.  
WHo ever saw a noble sight,  
That never viewed a brave Sea Fight:  
Hang up your bloody Colours in the Air,  
Up with your Fights and your Netting prepare,  
Your Merry Mates cheer, with a lusty bold spirit,  
Now each Man his brindice, and then to the Fight,  
St. George, St. George we cry,  
The shouting Turks reply.  
Oh now it begins, and the Gunroom grows hot,  
Ply it with Culverin and with small shot;  
Hark does it not Thunder, no 'tis the Guns roar,  
The Neighbouring Billows are turned into Gore,  
Now each man must resolve to die,  
For here the Coward cannot fly.  
Drums and Trumpets toll the Knell,  
And Culverins the Passing Bell.  
Now now they Grapple, and now board a Main,  
Blow up the Hatches, they're off all again:  
Give 'em a broadside, the Dice run at all,  
Down comes the Mast and Yard, and tackle fall,  
She grows giddy now like blind fortunes wheel,  
She sinks there, she sinks, she turns up her Keel,  
Who ever beheld so noble a sight  
As this so brave, so bloody Sea Fight.   Har. jun. 
See the Insolence of these English, they cannot do a brave Action in an Age, but presently they must put it into Meter, to upbraid us with their benefits.  Fisc. 
Let 'em laugh that win at last.  Enter Captain Middleton and a Woman with him, all pale and and weakly, and in tattered Garments. Towerson. 
Captain Middleton, you are arrived in a good hour, to be partaker of my happiness, which is as great this day, as Love and Expectation can make it.  Rising up to salute Middleton. Mid. 
And may it long continue so.  Towers. 
But how happens it that setting out with us from England, you came not sooner hither?  Mid. 
It seems the Winds favoured you with a quicker passage: you know I lost you in a Storm on t'other side the Cape, with which disabled, I was forced to put into St. Helen's Isle, there 'twas my Fortune to preserve the life of this our Country Woman, the rest let her relate.  Ysab. 
Alas, she seems half starved, unfit to make relations.  Van Her. 
How the Devil came she off, I know her but too well, and fear she knows me too.  Towers: 
Pray Country Woman speak.  English Woman: 
Then thus in brief; In my dear Husband's Company, I parted, from our sweet Native Isle: we to Lantore were bound, with Letters from the States of Holland, gained for reparation of great damages, sustained by us; when by the insulting Dutch, our Countrymen, against all show of Right, were dispossessed, and Naked sent away from that rich Island, and from Poleroon.  Harm. Sen. 
Woman, you speak with too much spleen, I must not hear my Countrymen affronted.  Woman. 
I wish they did not merit much worse of me than I can say of them: well we sailed forward with a Merry Gale, till near St. Helen's Isle we were o'ertaken, or rather waylayed by a Holland Vessel, the Captain of which Ship, whom here I see, the Man who quitted us, of all we had in those rich parts before, now fearing to restore his ill got Goods, first Hailed, and then Invited us on Board, keeping himself concealed; his base Lieutenant plied all our English Mariners with Wine, and when in dead of night they lay secure in silent sleep; most barbarously commanded, they should be thrown o'er board.  Fisc. 
Sir, do not hear it out.  Har. Sen. 
This is all false and scandalous.  Towers. 
Pray Sir, attend the Story.  Eng. Woman: 
The Vessel Rifled, and the rich Hold rummaged, they sink it down to rights; but first I should have told you, (Grief alas has spoiled my Memory) that my dear Husband wakened at the Noise before they reached the Cabin where we lay, took me all trembling with the sudden Fright, and leapt into the Boat; we cut the Cordage, and so put out to Sea, driving at mercy of the Waves and Wind; so scaped we in the dark. To sum up all, we got to shore, and in the Mountains hid us, until the barbarous Hollanders were gone.  Towers. 
Where is your Husband, Country woman.  Woman: 
Dead with grief; with these two hands I scratched him out a Grave; on which I placed a Cross, and every day wept o'er the ground where all my joys lay buried. The manner of my Life who can express! the Fountain Water was my only Drink, the crabbed Juice and rind of half ripe Lemons, almost my only food, except some Roots; my House the Widowed Cave of some wild Beast: in this sad State, I stood upon the Shore, when this brave Captain with his Ship approached, whence holding up and waving both my hands, I stood, and by my Actions begged their Mercy, yet when they nearer came, I would a fled, had I been able, lest they should have proved those Murderous Dutch, I more than Hunger feared.  Her. Sen. 
What say you to this accusation Van Herring?  Van Her. 
'Tis as you said Sir, false and scandalous.  Her. Sen. 
I told you so; all false and scandalous.  Ysabinda: 
On my soul it is not: her Heart speaks in her Tongue, and were she silent, her Habit and her Face speak for her.  Beam: 
Sir, you have heard the proofs,  Fiscal. 
Mere Allegations and no Proofs: seem not to believe it Sir.  Harm. Sen. 
Well, well, we'll hear it another time.  Middleton: 
You seem not to believe her Testimony, but my whole Crew can witness it.  Van Her. 
Ay, they are all English men.  Towers. 
That's a Nation too generous to do bad Actions, and too sincere to justify 'em done; I wish their Neighbours were of the same temper.  Har. Sen. 
Nay now you kindle Captain, this must not be, we are your Friends and Servants.  Midl. 
'Tis well you are by Land, at Sea you would be Masters; there I myself have met with some Affronts, which though I wanted power then to return, I hailed the Captain of the Holland Ship, and told him he should dearly answer it, if e'er I met him in the Narrow Seas: his answer was, (mark but the insolence) if I should hang thee Middleton, up at thy Main Yard, and sink thy Ship; here's that about my neck, (pointing to his Gold Chain) would answer it when I came into Holland.  Har. jun. 
Yes, this is like the other.  Towers. 
I find we must complain at home, there's no redress to be had here.  Ysab. 
Come Country woman, I must call you so; since he who owns my Heart is English born; be not dejected at your wretched Fortune, my House is yours, my clothes shall Habit you, even these I wear, rather than see you thus.  Har Sen. 
Come, come, no more complaints let us go in: I have ten Romers ready to the Bride; as many times shall all our Guns discharge, to speak the general gladness of this day. I'll lead you Lady. takes the Bride by the hand.  Towers. 
A heavy Omen to my Nuptials!  
My Country Men oppressed by Sea and Land,  
And I not able to redress the wrong,  
So weak are we, our Enemies so strong.  Exeunt omnes.   

ACT IU.  

SCENE. A Wood  Enter Harman junior, and Fiscal, with Swords, and disguised in visards. Harm. 
WE are disguised enough; the evening now grows dusk, I would the deed were done.  Enter Perez with a Soldier, and overhears them. Fisc. 
'Twill now be suddenly, if we have courage; in this wild woody Walk, hot with the Feast, and plenteous Bowls, the Bridal company are walking to enjoy the cooling breeze; I spoke to Towerson as I said I would, and on some private business of great moment, desired, that he would leave the company and meet me single here.  Harm. 
Where if he comes, he never shall return; but Towerson stays too long for my revenge; I am in haste to kill him.  Fisc. 
He promised me to have been here e'er now, if you think fitting, I'll go back and bring him.  Harm. 
Do so, I'll wait you in this place. Exit Fiscal.  Perez. 
Was ever villainy like this? of these unknown Assassinate's? Towerson, in vain I saved thy sleeping life; if now I let thee lose it, when thou wakest; thou lately hast been bountiful to me, and this way I'll acknowledge it. Yet to disclose their crimes were dangerous. What must I do? This generous Englishman will straight be here, and consultation then perhaps will be too late; I am resolved. Lieutenant you have heard as well as I, the bloody purpose of these Men.  Sould. 
I have; and tremble at the mention of it.  Perez. 
Dare you adventure on an action as brave as theirs is base?  Sould. 
Command my life.  Perez. 
No more; help me dispatch that murderer, ere his Accomplice come; the Men I know not; but their design is treacherous and bloody.  Sould. 
And he they mean to kill, is brave himself, and of a Nation I much love.  Perez. 
Come on then. both draw. To Harm. Villain thou diest, thy conscience tells thee why; I need not urge the crime. They assault him.  Harm. 
Murder,! I shall be basely murdered; help.  Enter Towerson. Towers. 
Hold Villains; what unmanly odds is this? Courage, who e'er thou art, I'll succour thee.  Towerson fights with Perez, and Harman with the Lieutenant, and drive them off the Stage. Harm. 
Though, (brave unknown;) night takes thee from my knowledge, and I want time to thank thee now; take this and wear it for my sake: Gives him a Ring. Hereafter I'll acknowledge it more largely. Exit.  Towers. 
That voice I've heard, but cannot call to mind, except it be young Harman's— Yet who should put his life in danger thus? this Ring I would not take as Salary, but as a gage of his free heart who left it: and when I know him, I'll restore the pledge; sure 'twas not far from hence I made the appointment: I know not what this Dutchmans' business is, yet I believe 'twas somewhat from my Rival; it shall go hard but I will find him out, and then rejoin the Company. Exit.  Re-enter Harman junior, and Fiscal. Fisc. 
The accident was wondrous strange: did you neither know your Assassinate's, nor your deliverer?  Harm. 
'Twas all a hurry, yet upon better recollecting of myself, the Man who freed me, must be Towerson.  Fisc. 
Hark, I hear the company walking this way, will you withdraw?  Harm. 
Withdraw, and Ysabinda coming!  Fisc. 
The Wood is full of Murderers, every Tree methinks hides one behind it.  Harm. 
You have two qualities my friend, that sort but ill together, as mischievous as Hell could wish you, but fearful in the execution.  Fisc. 
There is a thing within me called a Conscience, which is not quite o'ercome, now and then it rebels a little, especially when I am alone, or in the dark.  Harm. 
The Moon begins to rise, and glitters through the Trees.  Ysabinda within. Ysab. 
Pray let us walk this way, that farther Lawn between the Groves, is the most green and pleasant of any in this Isle.  Harm. 
I hear my Siren's voice, I cannot stir from hence. Dear friend, if thou wilt e'er oblige me, divert the company a little, and give me opportunity a while to talk alone with her.  Fisc. 
You'll get nothing of her, except it be by force.  Harm. 
You know not with what eloquence, Love may inspire my tongue: the guiltiest wretch when ready for his sentence, has something still to say.  Fisc. 
Well, they come, I'll put you in a way, and wish you good success; but do ye hear; remember you are a Man, and she a Woman; a little force it may be would do well.  Enter Ysabinda, Beaumont, Middleton, Collins, Harman Senior, and Julia. Ysab. 
Who saw the Bridegroom last?  Harm. Sen. 
He refused to pledge the last Romer; so I am out of charity with him.  Beam. 
Come, shall we backward to the Castle, I'll take care of you Lady.  julia. 
Oh, you have drunk so much you are passed all care.  Coll. 
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.  Ysab. 
I beseech you, Sir, conduct us.  Har. jun. 
I'll bring you to him, Madam.  Fiscal 
to Harman jun. Remember, now's your time, if you o'er slip this minute, fortune perhaps will never send another,  Harm. 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 jun. and Ysabinda. Ysab. 
Come Sir, which is the way? I long to see my love.  Harm. jun. 
You may have your wish, and without stirring hence.  Ysab. 
My Love so near? sure you delight to mock me.  Harm. 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 Earth.  Ysab. 
When you renewed your friendship with my Towerson, I thought these vain desires were dead within you.  Harm. jun. 
Smothered they were, not dead, your Eyes can kindle no such petty fires as only blaze a while and straight go out.  Ysab. 
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.  Harm. jun. 
That would be too much cruelty to make me wretched, and then leave me so.  Ysab. 
Am I in fault if you are miserable? so you may call the rich man's wealth, the cause and object of the Robbers guilt: pray do not persecute me farther: you know I have a Husband now, and would be loath t' 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, 'tis peace in him, 'tis virtue in his Wife, 'tis Honour in the World; he has all this, while he is ignorant.  Ysab. 
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.  Harm. 
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.  Ysab. 
Now you grow rude: I'll hear no more.  Harm. jun. 
You must.  Ysab. 
Leave me.  Har. jun. 
I cannot.  Ysab. 
I find I must be troubled with this idle talk some Minutes more, but 'tis your last.  Har. Iu. 
And therefore I'll improve it: pray resolve to make me happy by your free consent; I do not love these half Enjoyments, t'enervate my delights with using force, and neither give myself nor you that full content, which two can never have, but where both join with equal eagerness to bless each other.  Ysab. 
Bless me ye kind Inhabitants of Heaven, from hearing words like these:  Harm. jun. 
You must do more than hear 'em▪ you know you were now going to your Bridal Bed. Call your own thoughts but to a strict account, they'll tell you all this day, your fancy ran on nothing else; 'tis but the same Scene still you were to act; only the person changed, it may be for the better.  Ysab. 
You dare not, sure, attempt this villainy.  Harm. jun. 
Call not the act of Love by that gross name, You'll give it a much better when 'tis done; and woo me to a second.  Ysab. 
Dost thou not fear a Heaven!  Harm. 
No, I hope one in you. Do it, and do it heartily; time is precious; it will prepare you better for your Husband.— Come. Lays hold on her.  Ysab. 
Oh Mercy, Mercy, Oh pity your own Soul, and pity mine: think how you'll wish undone this horrid act when your hot Lust is slacked: think what will follow when my Husband knows it, if shame will let me live to tell it him; and tremble at a power above, who sees, and surely will revenge it.  Harm. 
I have thought!  Ysab. 
Then I am sure you're penitent.  Harm. 
No, I only gave you scope to let you see all you have urged I knew: you find 'tis to no purpose either to talk or strive.  Ysabinda 
running. Some succour, help, oh help.  She breaks from him. Harm. 
running after her. That too is vain, you cannot scape me. Exit.  Harm. 
within. Now you are mine; yield, or by force I'll take it.  Ysab. 
within. Oh kill me first.  Harm. 
within. I'll bear you where your cries shall not be heard.  Ysab. 
as farther off. Succour sweet Heaven, oh succour me.  Enter Harman Senior, Fiscal, Van Herring, Beaumont, Collins, Julia. Beam. 
You have led us here a Fairies round in the Moonshine, to seek a Bridegroom in a Wood, till we have lost the Bride.  Coll. 
I wonder what's become of her?  Harm. Sen. 
Got together, got together I warrant you, before this time; you Englishmen are so hot, you cannot stay for Ceremonies, a good honest Dutchman would have been plying the Glass all this while, and drunk to the hopes of Hans in Kelder till 'twas Bedtime.  Beam. 
Yes, and then have rolled into the sheets, and turned o'th' tother side to snore, without so much as a parting blow; till about midnight he would have wakened in a maze, and found first he was Married by putting forth a Foot and feeling a Woman by him; and it may be then in stead of kissing, desired yough Fro to hold his head.  Coll. 
And by that night's work have given her a Proof what she might expect for ever after.  Beam. 
In my Conscience you Hollanders never get your Children, but in the Spirit of Brandee; you are exalted then a little above your Natural Phlegm, and only that which can make you fight and destroy Men, makes you get 'em.  Fisc. 
You may live to know, that we can kill Men when we are sober.  Beam. 
Then they must be drunk, and not able to defend themselves.  julia. 
Pray leave this talk, and let us try if we can surprise the Lovers under some convenient tree: shall we separate and look them?  Beam. 
Let you and I go together then, and if we cannot find them, we shall do as good, for we shall find one another.  Fisc. 
Pray take that path, or that, I will pursue this.  Exeunt all but the fiscal. Fisc. 
So, now I have diverted them from Harman: I'll look for him myself; and see how he speeds in his adventure.  Enter Harman junior. Harm. Jun. 
Who goes there?  Fisc. 
A Friend: I was just in quest of you, so are all the Company: Where have you left the Bride?  Har. Jun. 
Tied to a Tree and Gagged, and—  Fisc. 
And what? Why do you stare and tremble? answer me like a man.  Har. Jun. 
Oh, I have nothing left of Manhood in me; I am turned Beast or Devil; Have I not Horns, and Tail, and Leathern wings? methinks I should have by my Actions— Oh I have done a Deed so ill, I cannot name it.  Fisc. 
Not name it, and yet do it? that's a Fool's Modesty: Come, I'll name it for you: You have enjoyed your Mistress?  Har. Jun. 
How easily so great a Villainy comes from thy mouth! I have done worse, I have ravished her.  Fisc. 
That's no harm, so you have killed her afterwards.  Harm. 
Killed her! Why thou art a worse Fiend then I.  Fisc. 
Those Fits of Conscience in another might be excusable; but, in you, a Dutchman, who are of a Race that are born Rebels, and live every where on Rapine; Woven you degenerate, and have remorse? Pray what makes any thing a sin but Law; and, What Law is there here against it? Is not your Father Chief? Will he condemn you for a petty Rape? The Woman an Amboyner, and what's less, now Married to an Englishman: Come, if there be a Hell, 'tis but for those that sin in Europe, not for us in Asia; Heathens have no Hell. Tell me, How was't? Prithee the History.  Harm. 
I forced her— What resistance She could make she did, but 'twas in vain; I bound her as I told you to a tree:  Fisc. 
And she exclaimed I warrant—  Harm. 
Yes, and called Heaven and Earth to witness.  Fisc. 
Not after it was done.  Harm. 
More than before— Desired me to have killed her. Even when I had not left her power to speak, she cursed me with her eyes.  Fisc. 
Nay, then, you did not please her; if you had she ne'er had cursed you heartily; but, we lose time: since you have done this action, 'tis necessary you proceed; we must have no tales told.  Harm. 
What do you mean?  Fisc. 
To dispatch her immediately; Could you be so senseless to ravish her, and let her live? What if her Husband should have found her? What if any other English? Come there's no dallying; It must be done: My other plot is ripe, which shall destroy 'em all to morrow.  Harm. 
I love her still to Madness, and never can consent to have her killed, we'll thence remove her if you please, and keep her safe till your intended Plot shall take effect; And, when her Husband's gone, I'll win her Love by every circumstance of kindness.  Fisc. 
You may do so; but, t'other is the safer way: but I'll not stand with you for one life. I could have wished that Towerson had been killed before I had proceeded to my plot; but since it cannot be, we must go on; Conduct me where you left her.  Harm. 
Oh that I could forget both Act and Place.  Exeunt.  

Scene Drawn discovers Ysabinda bound  Enter Towerson. Towers. 
Sure I mistook the place, I'll wait no longer, something within me does forebode me ill; I stumbled when I entered first this Wood: My Nostrils bled three drops: then stopped the Blood, and not one more would follow. What's that which seems to bear a Mortal Sees Ysabinda. shape, yet neither stirs nor speaks! or, Is it some Illusion of the Night? some Spectre, such as in these Asian parts more Frequently appear; What e'er it be I'll venture to approach it; My Ysabinda Bound and Gagged! Ye Powers Goes near. I tremble while I free her, and scarce dare restore her liberty of Speech for fear of knowing more.  Unbinds her, and Vngaggs her. Ysab. 
No longer Bridegroom thou, nor I a Bride; those names are vanished; Love is now no more; Look on me as thou wouldst on some foul Leper; and do not touch me: I am all polluted, all shame, all o'er dishonour; fly my sight, and, for my sake, fly this detested Isle, where horrid Ills so black and fatal dwell, as Indians could not guests, till Europe taught.  Towers. 
Speak plainer, I am recollected now: I know I am a Man, the sport of fate; Yet, Oh my better half, had Heaven so pleased, I had been more content, to suffer in myself then thee.  Ysab. 
What shall I say! That Monster of a Man, Harman; now I have named him, think the rest. Alone, and singled like a timorous Hind from the full Herd, by flattery drew me first, than forced me to an Act, so base and Brutal, Heaven knows my Innocence: but, Why do I call that to Witness! Heaven saw, stood silent: Not one flash of Lightning shot from the Conscious Firmament to show its Justice: Oh had it struck us both, it had saved me!  Towers. 
Heaven suffered more in that than you, or I: Wherefore have I been faithful to my trust, true to my Love, and tender to th' oppressed? Am I condemned to be the second man, who e'er complained, he virtue served in vain? But dry your tears, these sufferings all are mine. Your breast is white, and cold as falling Snow. You still as fragrant as your Eastern Groves; and your whole frame as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and blood. Come to my arms again.  Ysab. 
Oh never, never, I am not worthy now; My soul indeed is free from sin, but the foul speckled stains are from my body ne'er to be washed out, but in my death. Kill me, my Love, or I must kill myself; else you may think I was a black Adulteress in my mind, and some of me consented.  Towers. 
Your wish to die, shows you deserve to live. I have proclaimed you guiltless to myself. Self-homicide, which was in Heathens honour, in us is only sin.  Ysab. 
I thought th' Eternal Mind had made us Masters of these mortal frames; you told me he had given us wills to choose, and reason to direct us in our choice; if so, why should he tie us up from dying, when death's the greater good?  Towers. 
Can death, which is our greatest enemy, be good? Death is the dissolution of our nature; and nature therefore does abhor it most, whose greatest Law is to preserve our beings.  Ysab. 
I grant, it is its great general Law: But as Kings, who are, or should be above Laws, dispense with 'em when leveled at themselves; Even so may man, without offence to Heaven, dispense with what concerns himself alone: Nor is death in itself an ill; then holy Martyrs sinned, who ran uncalled to snatch their Martyrdom: And blessed Virgins, whom you celebrate for voluntary death, to free themselves from that which I have suffered.  Towers. 
They did it to prevent what might ensue; your shame's already past.  Ysab. 
It may return, if I am yet so mean to live a little longer.  Towers. 
You know not, Heaven may give you succour yet; you see it sends me to you.  Ysab. 
'Tis too late, you should have come before.  Towers. 
Yet you may live to see yourself revenged. Come you shall stay for that, then I'll die with you. You have convinced my reason, nor am I ashamed to learn from you. To Heaven's Tribunal my appeal I make; if as a Governor he sets me here, to guard this weak built Citadel of Life, when 'tis no longer to be held, I may with honour quit the Fort. But first I'll both revenge myself and you.  Ysab. 
Alas, you cannot take revenge, your Countrymen are few, and those unarmed.  Towers. 
Though not on all the Nation, as I would; yet I at least can take it on the man.  Ysab. 
Leave me to Heaven's revenge, for thither I will go, and plead myself my own just cause. There's not an injured Saint of all my Sex, but kindly will conduct me to my Judge, and help me tell my story.  Towers. 
I'll send th'offender first, though to that place he never can arrive: ten thousand Devils damned for less crimes than he, and Tarquin in their head, waylay his Soul, to, pull him down in triumph, and to show him in pomp among his Countrymen; for sure Hell has its Netherlands, and its lowest Country must be their lot.  Enter Harman junior, and Fiscal. Harm. 
'Twas hereabout I left her tied. The rage of Love renews again within me.  Fisc. 
She'll like th'effects of't better now. By this time it has sunk into her imagination, and given her a more pleasing Idea of the man, who offered her so sweet a violence.  Ysab. 
Save me, sweet Heaven, the Monster comes again.  Harm. 
Oh here she is: My own fair Bride, for so you are, not Towersons: Let me unbind you; I expect that you should bind yourself about me now, and tie me in your arms.  Towers. 
[drawing] No, Villain, no; hot satire of the Woods! Expect another entertainment now. Behold revenge for injured chastity, this Sword Heaven draws against thee, and here has placed me like a fiery Cherub, to guard this Paradise from any second Violation.  Fisc. 
We must dispatch him, Sir, we have the odds; and when he is killed, leave me to invent the excuse.  Harm. 
Hold a little: As you shunned fighting formerly with me, so would I now with you. The mischiefs I have done are past recall. Yield then your useless right in her I love, since the possession is no longer yours; so is your Honour safe, and so is hers, the Husband only altered.  Towers 
Ye trifle, there's no room for treaty here: The shame's too open, and the wrong too great. Now all the Saints in Heaven look down to see the Justice I shall do, for 'tis their cause; and all the Fiends below prepare thy Tortures.  Ysab. 
If Towerson would, think'st thou my soul so poor to own thy sin, and make the base act mine, by choosing him who did it? Know, bad man, I'll die with him, but never live with thee.  Towers. 
Prepare, I shall suspect you stay for further help, and think not this enough.  Fisc. 
We are ready for you.  Harm. 
Stand back, I'll fight with him alone.  Fisc. 
Thank you for that; so if he kills you, I shall have him single upon me.  All three fight. Ysab. 
Heaven assist my Love.  Harm. 
There, Englishman, 'twas meant well to thy heart.  Towerson wounded. Fisc. 
Oh you can bleed, I see, for all your cause.  Towers. 
Wounds but awaken English courages.  Harm. 
Yet yield me Ysabinda, and besafe.  Towers. 
I'll fight myself all scarlet o'er first; were there no love, or no revenge, I could not now desist in point of honour.  Harm. 
Resolve me first one question, Did you not draw your sword this night before, to rescue one oppressed with odds?  Towers 
Yes, in this very Wood: I bear a Ring, the badge of gratitude from him I saved.  Harm. 
That Ring was mine; I should be loath to kill the frank redeemer of my life.  Towers. 
I quit that obligation. But we lose time. Come, Ravisher.  They fight again, Towerson closes with Harman and gets him down; as he is going to kill him, the Fiscal gets over him. Fisc. 
Hold, and let him rise; for if you kill him, at the same instant you die too.  Towers. 
Dog, do thy worst, for I would so be killed; I'll carry his soul captive with me into the other world.  Stabs Harman. Harm. 
Oh mercy, mercy, Heaven. dies.  Fisc. 
Take this then in return.  As he's going to stab him, Ysabinda takes hold of his hand. Ysab. 
Hold, hold, the weak may give some help.  Towers. 
(rising) Now, Sir, I am for you.  Fisc. 
(retiring) Hold, Sir, there is no more resistance made, I beg you by the honour of your Nation, do not pursue my life, I tender you my sword.  Holds his sword by the point to him. Towers. 
Base beyond example of any Country, but thy own.  Ysab. 
Kill him, sweet Love, or we shall both repent it.  Fisc. 
(kneeling to her) Divinest Beauty! abstract of all that's excellent in Woman, can you be friend to murder?  Ysab. 
'Tis none to kill a Villain, and a Dutchman.  Fisc. 
(kneeling to Towers.) Noble Englishman, give me my life, unworthy of your taking. By all that's good and holy here I swear, before the Governor to plead your cause; and to declare his son's detested crime, so to secure your lives.  Towers. 
Rise, take thy life, though I can scarce believe thee; if for a coward it be possible, become an honest man.  Enter Harman senior, Van Herring, Beaumont, Collins, Julia, the Governors Guard. Fisc. 
to Harm. Oh Sir, you come in time to rescue me; the greatest Villain who this day draws breath stands here before your Eyes; behold your Son, that Worthy, Sweet; unfortunate young Man lies there, the last cold breath yet hovering betwixt his trembling Lips.  Towers. 
Oh Monster of Ingratitude!  Harm. 
Oh my unfortunate old age, whose prop, and only staff is gone, dead ere I die, these should have been his tears, and I have been that Body to be mourned.  Beam. 
I am so much amazed, I scarce believe my Senses.  Fisc. 
And will you let him live, who did this Act? shall Murder, and of your own Son, and such a Son go free? he lives too long by this one Minute which he stays behind him.  Ysab. 
Oh Sir, remember, in that place you hold, you are a common Father to us all; we beg but justice of you; harken first to my lamented story.  Fisc. 
First hear me, Sir.  Towers 
Thee slave, thou liv'st but by the breath I gave thee, didst thou but now plead on thy knees for life? and offer'dst to make known my innocence in Harman's injuries.  Fisc. 
I offered to have cleared thy innocence who basely murdered him? but words are needless; Sir, you see evidence before your eyes, and I the witness, on my oath to Heaven how clear your Son, how criminal this Man.  Coll. 
Towerson could do nothing but what was noble.  Beam. 
We know his Native worth.  Fisc. 
His Worth? behold it on the Murderer's hand, a Robber first, he took degrees in mischief, and grew to what he is: know you that Diamond, and whose it was? see if he dares deny't?  Towers. 
Sir, 'twas your Sons, that freely I acknowledge; but how I came by it—  Harm. 
No, 'tis too much, I'll hear no more.  Fisc. 
The Devil of Jealousy, and that of Avarice, both I believe possessed him; or your Son was innocently talking with his Wife, and he perhaps had found 'em; this I guests, but saw it not, because I came too late, I only viewed the sweet Youth, just expiring, and Towerson stooping down to take the Ring: she kneeling by to help him; when he saw me, he would, you may be sure have sent me after, because I was a witness of the fact; this on my Soul is true.  Towers. 
False as that soul, each Word, each Syllable; the Ring he put upon my hand this night, when in this Wood unknown, and near this place, without my timely help he had been slain.  Fisc. 
See this unlikely story, what enemies had he who should assault him, or is it probable that very Man who actually did kill him afterwards, should save his life so little time before.  Ysab. 
Base Man thou know'st the reason of his death; he had committed on my Person Sir an impious Rape; first tied me to that tree, and there my Husband found me, whose revenge was such, as Heaven and Earth will justify.  Harm. 
I know not what Heaven will, but Earth shall not.  Beam. 
Her story carries such a face of Truth, ye cannot but believe it.  Coll. 
The other a malicious ill-patched lie.  Fisc. 
Yes, you are proper Judges of his crime, who with the rest of your Accomplices, your Countrymen, and Towerson the chief, whom we too kindly used, would have surprised, the Fort, and made us Slaves; that shall be proved, more soon than you imagine; I found it out this evening.  Towers. 
Sure the Devil has lent thee all his stock of falsehood, and must be forced hereafter to tell truth.  Beam. 
Sir, 'tis impossible you should believe it.  Harm. 
Seize 'em all.  Coll. 
You cannot be so base.  Harm. 
I'll be so just till I can hear your plea against this plot, which if not proved, and fully, you are quit, mean time, resistance is but vain.  Towers. 
Provided that we may have equal hearing, I am content to yield, though I declare, you have no power to judge us. Gives his sword.  Beam. 
Barbarous ungrateful Dutch.  Harm. 
See 'em conveyed apart to several prisons, lest they combine to forge some specious Lie in their excuse, let Towerson and that Woman too be parted.  Ysab. 
Was ever such a sad divorce made on a Bridal night! but we before were parted ne'er to meet, farewell, farewell, my last and only Love.  Towers. 
Curse on my fond credulity, to think there could be Faith or Honour in the Dutch: Farewell my Ysabinda, and farewell my much wronged Countrymen; remember yet that no unmanly weakness in your sufferings disgrace the Native Honour of our Isle;  
For you I mourn; grief for myself were vain,  
I have lost all, and now would lose my pain.  Exeunt.   

ACT V.  

SCENE I. A Table set out.  Enter Harman, Fiscal, Van Herring, and two Dutchmen they sit, Boy, and waiters, Guards. Harm. 
MY sorrow cannot be so soon digested for losing of a Son I loved so well, but I consider, great advantages must with some loss be bought▪ as this rich Trade which I this day have purchased with his death, yet let me be revenged, and I shall still live on, and eat, and drink down all my griefs. Now to the matter, Fiscal.  Fisc. 
Since we may freely speak among ourselves, all I have said of Towerson was most false; you were consenting, Sir, as well as I, that Perez should be hired to murder him, which he refusing when he was engaged, 'tis dangerous to let him longer live.  Van Her. 
Dispatch him, he will be a shroud witness against us, if he return to Europe.  Fisc. 
I have thought better, if you please, to kill him by form of Law, as accessary to the English plot, which I have long been forging.  Harm. 
Send one to seize him straight. Exit a Messenger. But what you said, that Towerson was guiltless of my Son's death; I easily believe; and ne'er thought otherwise, though I dissembled.  Van Her. 
Nor I; but 'twas well done to feign that story.  1. Dutch. 
The true one was too foul.  2. Dutch. 
And afterwards to draw the English off from his concernment, to their own, I think 'twas rarely managed that.  Harm. 
So far, 'twas well; now to proceed, for I would gladly know whether the grounds are plausible enough of this pretended plot.  Fisc. 
With favour of this Hovourable Court, give me but leave to smooth the way before you. Some two or three nights since, (it matters not;) a japan Soldier under Captain Perez came to a Sentinel upon the Guard, and in familiar talk did question him about this Castle, of its strength; and how he thought it might be taken; this discourse the other told me early the next morning: I thereupon did issue private order, to wrack the japonnese, myself being present.  Harm. 
But what's this to the English?  Fisc. 
You shall hear, I asked him when his pains were strongest on him, if Towerson, or the English Factory, had never hired him to betray the Fort, he answered, (as 'twas true) they never had: nor was his meaning more in that discourse then as a Soldier to inform himself, and so to pass the time.  Van Her. 
Did he confess no more?  Fisc. 
You interrupt me, I told him I was certainly informed the English had designs upon the Castle, and if he frankly would confess their Plot, he should not only be Released from Torment, but bounteously rewarded: present pain and future hopes, in fine so wrought upon him, he yielded to subscribe what e'er I pleased; and so he stands committed.  Har. 
Well contrived, a fair way made upon this accusation, to put them all to Torture.  2 Dutch. 
By his confession, all of 'em shall die, even to their General Towerson.  Har. 
He stands convicted of another Crime, for which he is to suffer.  Fisc. 
This does well, to help it though. For Towerson is here a Person publicly Employed from England, and if he should appeal, as sure he will, you have no power to Judge him in Amboyna.  Van Her. 
But in regard of the late League and Union, betwixt the Nations, how can this be answered.  1 Dutch: 
To Torture Subjects to so great a King, a pain ne'er heard of in their happy Land, will sound but ill in Europe.  Fisc. 
Their English Laws, in England have their force; and we have ours, different from theirs; at home; It is enough, they either shall confess; or we will falsity their hands to make 'em; then for th' Apology let me alone; I have it writ already to a Tittle, of what they shall subscribe; this I will publish, and make our most unheard of Cruelties, to seem most just, and legal.  Har. 
Then in the name of him, who put it first into thy Head to form this damned false Plot, proceed we to the Execution of it; and to begin; first seize we their Effects, Rifle their Chests, their Boxes, Writings, Books, and take of 'em a seeming Inventory; but all to our own use; I shall grow young with thought of this, and lose my Son's remembrance.  Fisc. 
Will you not please to call the Prisoners in? at least inquire, what Torments have extorted.  Har. 
Go thou and bring us word▪ Exit Fiscal.  
Boy, give me some Tobacco, and a stoup of Wine, Boy.  Boy: 
I shall Sir.  Har. 
And a Tub to leak in Boy; when was this Table without a leaking Vessel.  Van. Her. 
That's an Omission.  1 Dutch: 
A great Omission.  
'Tis a Member of the Table, I take it so.  Har. 
Never any thing of Moment was done at our Counsel Table, without a leaking Tub; at least in my time; great affairs require great Consultations, great Consultations require great Drinking, and great Drinking a great leaking Vessel.  Van Her. 
I am e'en drunk with joy already, to see our godly business in this forwardness.  Enter fiscal. Har. 
Where are the Prisoners?  Fisc. 
At the door,  Har. 
Bring 'em in; I'll try if we can face 'em down by Impudence, and make 'em to confess.  Enter Beaumont and Collins Guarded. 
You are not ignorant of our Business with you; the cries of your Accomplices already have reached your Ears; and your own Consciences, above a thousand Summons, thousand Tortures instruct you what to do. No farther Juggle, nothing but plain sincerity and truth to be delivered now; a free confession, will first atone for all your sins above; and may do much below to gain your Pardons, let me exhort you therefore, be you merciful, first to yourselves, and make acknowledgement of your Conspiracy?  Beam. 
What Conspiracy.  Fisc. 
Why lafoy you, that the Devil should go Masked with such a seeming honest face; I warrant you know of no such thing.  Har. 
Were not you Mr. Beaumont, and you Collins both accessary to the horrid Plot, for the Surprisal of this Fort and Island.  Beam. 
As I shall reconcile my Sins to Heaven, in my last Article of Life, I'm innocent.  Collins: 
And so am I  Har. 
So, you are first upon the Negative.  Beam. 
And will be so till death.  Collins: 
What Plot is this you speak of?  Fisc. 
Here are Impudent Rogues, now after confession of two Japonnese, these English Starts dare ask what Plot it is.  Har. 
Not to inform your knowledge, but that Law may have its course in every circumstance; Fiscal, sum up their accusation to 'em.  Fisc. 
You stand accused, that New years day late passed, there met at Captain Towersons House, you present, and many others of your Factory: there, against Law and Justice, and all Ties of Friendship, and of Partnership betwixt us, you did conspire to seize upon the Fort, to Murder this our Worthy Governor; and by the help of your Plantations near, of jacatra, and Banda, and Loho, to keep it for yourselves.  Beam. 
What proofs have you of this?  Fisc. 
The confession of two japaneses hired by you to attempt it.  Harm. 
I hear they have been forced by Torture to it.  Harm. 
It matters not which way the truth come out; take heed, for their Example is before you.  Beam. 
Ye have no right, ye dare not Torture us, we owe you no subjection.  Fisc. 
That Sir, must be disputed at the Hague; in the mean time we are in possession here.  2 Dutch. 
And we can make ourselves to be obeyed.  Van Her. 
In few words Gentlemen confess. There is a Beverage ready for you else, which you'll not like to swallow.  Collins: 
How's this?  Har. 
You shall be muffled up like Ladies, with an Oiled clothe put underneath your Chins, than Water poured above; which either you must drink or must not breathe.  1 Dutch: 
That's one way, we have others.  Har. 
Yes, we have two Elements at your Service, Fire, as well as Water; certain things called Matches to be tied to your Finger's ends, which are as sovereign as Nutmegs, to quicken your short Memories.  Beam. 
You are inhuman, to make your Cruelty your Pastime; Nature made me a Man, and not a Whale, to swallow down a flood.  Har. 
You'll grow a Corpulent Gentleman like me; I shall love you the better for't, now you are but a spare rib.  Fisc. 
These things are only offered to your choice; you may avoid your Tortures and confess.  Collins: 
Kill us first, for that we know is your design at last; and 'tis more Mercy now.  Beam. 
Be kind, and, Execute us, while we bore the shapes of Men, ere Fire and Water have destroyed our Figures; let me go whole out of the World, I care not; and find my Body when I rise again so, as I need not be ashamed on't.  Har. 
'Tis well you're Merry; will you yet confess?  Beam. 
Never.  Har. 
Bear 'em away to Torture.  Van Her. 
we'll try your Constancy.  Beam. 
we'll shame your Cruelty; if we deserve our Tortures, 'tis first for freeing such an infamous Nation, that aught to have been slaves, and then for trusting them as Partners, who had cast off the Yoke of their lawful Sovereign.  Har. 
Away, I'll hear no more, now who comes the next?  Exeunt the English with a Guard. Fisc. 
Towersons Page, a Ship Boy, and a Woman.  Har. 
Call 'em in. Exit a Messenger.  Van-Her. 
We shall have easy work with them.  Fisc. 
Not so easy as you imagine, they have endured the Beverage already; all Master of their pain, no one confessing.  
the devil's in these English, those brave Boys would prove stout Topers if they lived.  Enter two Boys and a Woman led as from Torture. 
Come hither ye perverse Imps, they say, you have endured the Water Torment, we'll try what Fire will do with you: you Sirrah, confess, were not you knowing of Towersons Plot, against this Fort and Island.  Page. 
I have told your Hangman no, twelve times within this hour; when I was at the last Gasp, and that's a time I think, when a Man should not dissemble.  Har. 
A Man, mark you that now; you English Boys have learned a trick of late, of growing Men betimes, and doing men's Work too, before you come to twenty.  Van. Her. 
Sirrah, I will try if you are a Salamander, and can live i'th' Fire.  Page. 
Sure you think my Father got me of some Dutch Woman, and that I am but of a half strain courage; but you shall find that I am all o'er English, as well in Fire as Water.  2 Boy. 
Well of all Religions, I do not like your Dutch.  Fisc. 
No, and why young stripling.  2 Boy. 
Because your Penance comes before Confession.  Har. 
Do you mock us Sirrah, to the Fire with him.  2. Boy. 
Do so, all you shall get by it, is this; before I answered no, now I'll be sullen and will talk no more.  Har. 
Best cutting off these little Rogues betime, if they grow Men, they'll have the Spirit of Revenge in 'em.  Page. 
Yes, as your Children have that of Rebellion; Oh that I could but live to be Governor here, to make your fat Guts pledge me in that Beverage I drunk, you Sir john Falstaff of Amsterdam.  2 Boy. 
I have a little Brother in England, that I intent to appear to, when you have killed me; and if he does not promise me the Death of ten Dutchmen in the next War, I'll haunt him instead of you.  Har. 
What say you Woman? have compassion of yourself, and confess; you are of a softer Sex.  Wom. 
But of a Courage full as Manly; there is no Sex in Souls; would you have English Wives show less of Bravery then their Children do? to lie by an English Man's side, is enough to give a Woman Resolution.  Fisc. 
Here's a Hen of the Game too, but we shall tame you in the fire.  Wom. 
My Innocence shall there be tried like Gold, till it come out the purer. When you have burnt me all into one Wound, cram Gunpowder into 't, and blow me up, I'll not confess one word to shame my Country.  Har. 
I think we have got here the Mother of the Maccabees; away with them all three. Exeunt the English Guarded. I'll take the pains myself to see these Tortured.  Exeunt Harman, Van Herring, and the two Dutchmen with the English: manet Fiscal. Enter Julia to the Fiscal. julia. 
Oh you have ruined me, you have undone me, in the Person of my Husband!  Fisc. 
If he will needs forfeit his Life to the Laws, by joining with the English in a Plot, 'tis not in me to save him; but dearest julia be satisfied, you shall not want a Husband.  julia. 
Do you think, I'll ever come into a Bed with him, who robbed me of my dear sweet Man?  Fisc. 
Dry up your Tears, I'm in earnest, I will Marry you, i'faith I will; it is your destiny.  julia. 
Nay if it be my Destiny: but I vow I'll ne'er be yours but upon one condition.  Fisc. 
Name your desire and take it.  julia. 
Then save poor Beamonts' Life.  Fisc. 
This is the most unkind Request you could have made, it shows you Love him better: therefore in prudence I should haste his Death.  julia. 
Come, I'll not be denied, you shall give me his Life, or I'll not love you, by this Kiss you shall Child;  Fisc. 
Pray ask some other thing.  julia. 
I have your word for this, and if you break it, how shall I trust you for your Marrying me.  Fisc. 
Well, I will do't to oblige you. aside.  
But to prevent her new designs with him, I'll see him shipped away for England straight.  julia. 
I may build upon your promise then:  Fisc. 
Most firmly: I hear company.  Enter Harman, Van Herring, and the two Dutchmen with Towerson Prisoner. Harm. 
Now Captain Towerson you have had the Privilege to be examined last: this on the score of my old Friendship with you, though you have ill deserved it. But here you stand accused of no less Crimes than Robbery first, than Murder, and last Treason: what can you say to clear yourself?  Towers. 
You're interested in all, and therefore partial; I have considered on't, and will not plead, because I know you have no right to judge me: for the last Treaty 'twixt our King and you expressly said, that causes Criminal were first to be Examined, and then Judged, not here, but by the Council of Defence; to whom I make Appeal.  Fisc. 
This Court conceives that it has power to judge you; derived from the most High and Mighty States, who in this Island are Supreme, and that as well in Criminal, as Civil Causes.  1 Dutchman. 
You are not to question the Authority of the Court which is to Judge you.  Towers. 
Sir, by your favour, I both must, and will: I'll not so far betray my Nations right; we are not here your Subjects, but your Partners: and that Supremacy of power you claim, extends but to the Natives, not to us: dare you, who in the British Seas strike Sail, nay more, whose Lives and Freedom are our Alms, presume to sit and judge your Benefactors. Your base new upstart Commonwealth should blush, to doom the Subjects of an English King, the meanest of whose Merchants would disdain the narrow life, and the Domestic baseness of one of those you call your mighty States.  Fisc. 
You spend your Breath in Railing; speak to the purpose.  Har. 
Hold yet: because you shall not call us cruel, or plead I would be judge in my own cause; I shall accept of that appeal you make, concerning my Son's death; provided first you clear yourself from what concerns the public; for that relating to our general safety, the judgement of it cannot be deferred; but with our common danger.  Towers. 
Let me first be bold to question you: what circumstance can make this your pretended Plot seem likely? the Natives first you tortured, their confession Extorted so, can prove no crime in us. Consider next the strength of this your Castle; it's Garrison above two hundred Men, besides as many of your City Burghers, all ready on the least Alarm, or Summons, to Reinforce the others, for ten English, and Merchants they, not Soldiers, with the Aid of ten japanners; all of 'em unarmed, except five Swords, and not so many Muskets; th' attempt had only been for Fools or Madmen.  Fisc. 
We cannot help your want of Wit; proceed.  Towers. 
Grant then we had been desperate enough to hazard this; we must at least forecast how to secure possession when we had it. We had no Ship nor Pinnace in the Harbour; nor could have Aid from any Factory: the nearest to us forty Leagues from hence, and they but few in number: you besides this Fort, have yet three Castles in this Isle amply provided for, and eight tall Ships riding at Anchor near; considering this, and think what all the World will judge of it.  Harm. 
Nothing but Falshood is to be expected from such a Tongue, whose Heart is fouled with Treason. Give him the Beverage.  Fisc. 
'Tis ready Sir.  Harm. 
Hold; I have some reluctance to proceed to that extremity: he was my Friend, and I would have him frankly to confess: push open that Prison door, and set before him the image of his pains in other Men.  The Scene opens, and discovers the English Tortured, and the Dutch tormenting them. Fisc. 
Now Sir, how does the Object like you?  Towers. 
Are you Men or Devils! D'Alva, whom you condemn for cruelty did ne'er the like; he knew original Villainy was in your Blood: your Fathers all are damned for their Rebellion; when they Rebelled, they were well used to this: these Tortures ne'er were hatched in Humane Breasts, but as your Country lies confined on Hell, just on its Marches, your black Neighbours taught ye, and just such pains as you invent on Earth, Hell has reserved for you.  Harm. 
Are you yet moved?  Towers. 
But not as you would have me. I could weep tears of Blood to view this usage; but you, as if not made of the same Mould, see with dry eyes the Miseries of Men, as they were Creatures of another kind, not Christians, nor Allies, nor Partners with you, but as if Beasts, transfixed on Theatres, to make you cruel sport.  Har. 
These are but vulgar Objects, bring his Friend; let him behold his Tortures; shut that door. The Scene closed.  Enter Beaumont led, with Matches tied to his Hands. Towers. 
embracing him. Oh my dear friend, now I am truly wretched! even in that part which is most sensible, my friendship: how have we lived to see the English name, the scorn of these, the vilest of Mankind.  Beam. 
Courage my friend, and rather praise we Heaven, that it has chose two such as you and me, who will not shame our Country with our pains, but stand like Marble Statues in their fires, scorched and defaced perhaps, not melted down. So let 'em burn this Tenement of Earth; they can but burn me naked to my soul▪ thats of a Nobler frame, and will stand Firm, Upright, and Unconsumed.  Fisc. 
Confess; if you have kindness, save your friend.  Towers. 
Yes, by my death I would, not by my confession; he is so brave, he would not so be saved; but would renounce a friendship built on shame.  Harm. 
Bring more Candles, and burn him from the Wrists up to the Elbows.  Beam. 
Do, I'll enjoy the Flames like Scaevola; and when one's roasted, give the other hand.  Towers. 
Let me embrace you while you are a Man, now you must lose that form; be parched and riveled like a dried Mummy, or dead Malefactor, exposed in Chains, and blown about by Winds.  Beam. 
Yet this I can endure, Go on, and weary out two Elements; Vex Fire and Water with th' Experiments of pains far worse than death.  Towers. 
Oh let me take my turn; you will have double pleasure, I'm ashamed to be the only Englishman untortured.  Van Her. 
You soon should have your wish; but that we know in him you suffer more.  Harm. 
Fill me a brim full Glass: now Captain, here's to all your Countrymen; I wish your whole East India Company were in this room, that we might use them thus.  Fisc. 
They should have Fires of Cloves and Cinnamon, we would cut down whole Groves to Honour 'em, and be at cost to burn 'em nobly.  Beam. 
Barbarous Villains! now you show yourselves.  Harm. 
Boy, take that Candle thence, and bring it hither, I am exalted, and would light my Pipe just where the Wyck is fed with English Fat.  Van Her. 
So would I; oh the Tobacco tastes Divinely after it.  Towers. 
We have friends in England who would weep to see this acted on a Theatre, which here you make your pastime.  Boam. 
Oh that this Flesh were turned a cake of Ice, that I might in an instant melt away, and become nothing, to escape this Torment, there is not cold enough in all the North to quench my burning blood.  Fiscal whispers Harman. Harm. 
Do with Beaumont as you please, so Towerson die.  Fisc. 
You'll not confess yet Captain?  Towers. 
Hangman, no. I would have done't before, if e'er I would: to do it when my friend has suffered this, were to be less than he.  Fisc. 
Free him. To Beaumont aside.  They free Beaumont. Beaumont 
I have not sworn you should not suffer, but that you should not die; thank julia for't, but on your life do not delay this hour to post from hence; so to your next Plantation; I cannot suffer a loved Rival near me.  Beam. 
I almost question if I will receive my life from thee: 'tis like a cure from Witches; 'twill leave a sin behind it.  Fisc. 
Nay, I'm not lavish of my courtesy; I can on easy terms resume my gift.  Harm. 
Captain, you're a dead man; I'll spare your torture for your Quality; prepare for execution instantly.  Towers. 
I am prepared.  Fisc. 
You die in charity I hope.  Towers. 
I can forgive even thee; my innocence I need not name, you know it. One farewell kiss of my dear Ysabinda, and all my business here on earth is done.  Harm. 
Call her, she's at the door. Exit Fiscal.  Towes. 
to Beam. embracing. A long and last farewell; I take my death with the more cheerfulness because thou liv'st behind me: tell my friends I died so as became a Christian and a Man; give to my brave Employers of the East India Company, the last remembrance of my faithful service; tell 'em I Seal that Service with my Blood; and dying, wish to all their Factories, and all the famous Merchants of our Isle, that Wealth their generous Industry deserves; but dare not hope it with Dutch partnership. Last, there's my heart, I give it in this kiss— Kisses him. Do not answer me; Friendship's a tender thing, and it would ill become me now to weep.—  Beam. 
Adieu, if I would speak, I cannot.— Exit.  Enter Ysabinda. Ysab. 
Is it permitted me to see your Eyes once more, before Eternal night shall close 'em.  Towers. 
I summoned all I had of Man to see you, 'twas well the time allowed for it, was short, I could not bear it long: 'tis dangerous, and would divide my Love 'twixt Heaven and you. I therefore part in haste; think I am going a sudden journey, and have not the leisure to take a ceremonious long farewell.  Ysab. 
Do you still love me?  Towers. 
Do not suppose I do, 'tis for your ease, since you must stay behind me; to think I was unkind, you'll grieve the less!  Harm. 
Though I suspect you joined in my Son's Murder, yet since it is not proved, you have your life.  Ysab. 
I thank you for't, I'll make the noblest use of your sad gift; that is, to die unforced; I'll make a present of my life to Towerson; to let you see, though worthless of his Love, I would not live without him.  Towers. 
I charge you love my memory, but live.  Harm. 
She shall be strictly guarded from that violence, she means against herself.  Ysab. 
Vain Men! there are so many paths to death, you cannot stop 'em all; o'er the green Turf where my Love's laid, there will I mourning sit, and draw no air but from the damps that rise out of that hallowed Earth; and for my Diet, I mean my Eyes alone shall feed my Mouth. Thus will I live, till he in pity rise, and the pale shroud take me in his cold Arms, and lay me kindly by him in his Grave,  Enter Collins, and then Perez, Julia following him. Harm. 
No more; your time's now come, you must away.  Coll. 
Now Devils; you have done your worst with tortures, Death's a privation of pain; but they were a continual dying,  julia. 
Farewell my dearest, I may have many Husbands, but never one like thee.  Perez. 
As you love my Soul, take hence that Woman; my English friends, I'm not ashamed of death, while I have you for part'ners; I know you innocent, and so am I, of this pretended plot; but I am guilty of a greater crime; For, being married in another Country: the Governor's persuasions, and my love to that ill Woman, made me leave the first, and make this fatal choice. I'm justly punished, for her sake I die; the Fiscal to enjoy her has accused me. There is another cause— by his procurement I should have killed.—  Fisc. 
Away with him, and stop his mouth. He is led off.  Towers. 
I leave thee Life with no regret at parting, full of whatever thou couldst give, I rise from thy neglected Feast, and go to sleep: yet on this brink of death, my Eyes are opened, and Heaven has bid me prophecy to you th' unjust contrivers of this Tragic Scene; An Age is coming, when an English Monarch with Blood, shall pay that blood which you have shed: to save your Cities from victorious Arms, you shall invite the Waves to hide your Earth, and trembling to the tops of Houses fly, while Deluges invade your lower rooms: Then, as with Waters you have swelled our Bodies, with damps of Waters shall your Heads be swollen;  
Till at the last your sapped foundations fall,  
And Universal Ruin swallows all.  He's led out with the English; the Dutch remain. Van Her. 
Ay, ay, we'll venture both ourselves, and Children for such another pull.  1. Dutch. 
Let him prophecy when his Head's off.  2. Dutch. 
There's ne'er a Nostradamus' of 'em all shall fright us from our gain.  Fisc. 
Now for a smooth Apology, and then a fawning Letter to the King of England; and our work's done.  Harm. 
'Tis done as I would wish it. Now Brethren, at my proper cost and charges, three days you are my Guests; in which good time we will divide their greatest Wealth by Lots, while wantonly we rifle for the rest:  
Then in full Romers, and with joyful Hearts  
We'll drink confusion to all English Starts Exeunt.     

Epilogue.  
A Poet once the Spartan's led to fight,  
And made 'em Conquer in the Muse's right:  
So would our Poet lead you on this day:  
Showing your tortured Fathers in his Play.  
To one well born, th' affront is worse and more,  
When he's abused, and baffled by a Boar:  
With an ill Grace the Dutch their mischiefs do,  
They've both ill Nature and ill Manners too.  
Well may they boast themselves an ancient Nation,  
For they were bred ere Manners, were in fashion:  
And their new Common wealth has set 'em free,  
Only from Honour and Civility.  
Venetians do not more uncouthly ride,  
Than did their Lubber-State Mankind bestride.  
Their sway became 'em with as ill a Mien,  
As their own Paunches swell above their Chin:  
Yet is their Empire no true Growth but Humour,  
And only two King's Touch can cure the Tumour.  
As Cato did his Affricque Fruits display:  
So we before your Eyes their Indieses lay:  
All Loyal English will like him conclude,  
Let Caesar Live, and Carthage be subdued.  
FINIS.