_Isab._ Dost thou not fear a heaven?

_Har. Jun._ No, I hope one in you. Do it, and do it heartily; time is
precious; it will prepare you better for your husband. Come--
[_Lays hold on her._

_Isab._ O mercy, mercy! Oh, pity your own soul, and pity mine; think
how you'll wish undone this horrid act, when your hot lust is slaked;
think what will follow when my husband knows it, if shame will let me
live to tell it him; and tremble at a Power above, who sees, and
surely will revenge it.

_Har. Jun._ I have thought!

_Isab._ Then I am sure you're penitent.

_Har. Jun._ No, I only gave you scope, to let you see, all you have
urged I knew: You find 'tis to no purpose either to talk or strive.

_Isab._ [_Running._] Some succour! help, oh help!
[_She breaks from him._

_Har. Jun._ [_Running after her._] That too is vain, you cannot 'scape
me. [_Exit._

_Har. Jun._ [_Within._] Now you are mine; yield, or by force I'll take
it.

_Isab._ [_Within._] Oh, kill me first!