_Tow._ You make me blush; but if you ever were a lover, sir, you will
forgive a folly, which is sweet, though, I confess, 'ts much
extravagant.

_Har. Jun._ He has but too much cause for this excess of joy; oh
happy, happy Englishman! but I unfortunate! [_Aside._

_Tow._ Now, when you please, lead on.

_Har. 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 isle be shewn,
Whilst in full rummers we our friendship crown. [_Exeunt._


ACT II. SCENE I.

_Enter_ ISABINDA, _and_ HARMAN _Junior._

_Isab._ This to me, from you, against your friend!

_Har. Jun._ Have I not eyes? are you not fair? Why does it seem so
strange?

_Isab._ Come, it is 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.

_Har. Jun._ I heard him say he never had returned, but that his