Revenge myself and you.

_Isab._ Alas! you cannot take revenge; your countrymen
Are few, and those unarmed.

_Tow._ Though not on all the nation, as I would,
Yet I at least can take it on the man.

_Isab._ Leave me to heaven's revenge, for thither I
Will go, and plead, myself, my own just cause.
There's not an injured saint of all my sex,
But kindly will conduct me to my judge,
And help me tell my story.

_Tow._ I'll send the offender first, though to that place
He never can arrive: Ten thousand devils,
Damned for less crimes than he,
And Tarquin in their head, way-lay his soul,
To pull him down in triumph, and to shew him
In pomp among his countrymen; for sure
Hell has its Netherlands, and its lowest country
Must be their lot.

_Enter_ HARMAN _Junior, and_ FISCAL.

_Har. Jun._ 'Twas hereabout I left her tied. The rage of love renews
again within me.

_Fisc._ She'll like the effects on't better now. By this time it has
sunk into her imagination, and given her a more pleasing idea of the