_Har. Jun._ Resolve me first one question:
Did you not draw your sword this night before,
To rescue one opprest with odds?

_Tow._ Yes, in this very wood: I bear a ring,
The badge of gratitude from him I saved.

_Har. Jun._ This ring was mine; I should be loth to kill
The frank redeemer of my life.

_Tow._ I quit that obligation. But we lose time.
Come, ravisher! [_They fight again,_ TOW. _closes with_ HARM, _and
gets him down; as he is going to kill him, the_
FISC. _gets over him._

_Fisc._ Hold, and let him rise; for if you kill him,
At the same instant you die too.

_Tow._ Dog, do thy worst, for I would so be killed;
I'll carry his soul captive with me into the other world.
[_Stabs_ HARMAN.

_Har. Jun._ O mercy, mercy, heaven! [_Dies._

_Fisc._ Take this, then; in return.
[_As he is going to stab him,_ ISAB. _takes hold of his
hand._

_Isab._ Hold, hold; the weak may give some help.