_Fisc._ [_To_ HAR. _Jun._] Remember, now's your time; if you o'erslip
this minute, fortune perhaps will never send another.

_Har. 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 _Junior, and_ ISABINDA.

_Isab._ Come, sir, which is the way? I long to see my love.

_Har. Jun._ You may have your wish, and without stirring hence.

_Isab._ My love so near? Sure you delight to mock me!

_Har. 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
heaven.

_Isab._ When you renewed your friendship with my Towerson, I thought
these vain desires were dead within you.