_Har. Jun._ Now I consider on it, 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 Isabinda to me.

_Tow._ Yield Isabinda to you?

_Har. Jun._ 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--

_Tow._ Hold! you mistake me, Harman, I never gave you just occasion to
think I would make merchandize of love; Isabinda, you know, is mine,
contracted to me ere I went for England, and must be so till death.

_Har. Jun._ She must not, Towerson; you know you are not strongest in
these parts, and it will be ill contesting with your masters.

_Tow._ Our masters? Harman, you durst not once have named that word,
in any part of Europe.

_Har. Jun._ Here I both dare and will; you have no castles in Amboyna.

_Tow._ Though we have not, we yet have English hearts, and courages
not to endure affronts.

_Har. Jun._ They may be tried.