_Tow._ I should betray my countrymen to suffer, not only worse
indignities than those they have already borne, but, for aught I know,
might give them up to general imprisonment, perhaps betray them to a
massacre.

_Har. Jun._ These are but pitiful and weak excuses; I'll force you to
confess you dare not fight; you shall have provocations.

_Tow._ I will not stay to take them. 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: Meanwhile, 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. Jun._ Thou goest to thy grave, or I to mine.
[_Is going after him._

_Enter_ FISCAL.

_Fisc._ Whither so fast, mynheer?

_Har. Jun._ After that English dog, whom I believe you saw.

_Fisc._ Whom, Towerson?

_Har. Jun._ Yes, let me go, I'll have his blood.

_Fisc._ Let me advise you first; you young men are so violently hot.

_Har. Jun._ I say I'll have his blood.