_Har. Jun._ Wait but one month for the event.

_Isab._ 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 he 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.

_Har. Jun._ You may repent your scorn at leisure.

_Isab._ Never, unless I married you.

_Enter_ TOWERSON.

_Tow._ Now, my dear Isabinda, I dare pronounce myself most happy:
Since I have gained your kindred, all difficulties cease.

_Isab._ I wish we find it so.

_Tow._ 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.

_Har. Jun._ You have no reason, Towerson, to be sad; you are the happy
man.

_Tow._ If I have any, you must needs have some.