_Tow._ [_Rising._] Now, sir, I am for you.

_Fisc._ [_Retiring._]
Hold, sir, there is no more resistance made.
I beg you, by the honour of your nation,
Do not pursue my life; I tender you my sword.
[_Holds his sword by the point to him._

_Tow._ Base beyond example of any country, but thy own!

_Isab._ Kill him, sweet love, or we shall both repent it.

_Fisc._ [_Kneeling to her._] Divinest beauty! Abstract of all that's
excellent in woman, can you be friend to murder?

_Isab._ 'Tis none to kill a villain, and a Dutchman.

_Fisc._ [_Kneeling to_ TOWERSON.] Noble Englishman, give me my life,
unworthy of your taking! By all that is good and holy here I swear,
before the governor to plead your cause; and to declare his son's
detested crime, so to secure your lives.

_Tow._ Rise, take thy life, though I can scarce believe thee;
If for a coward it be possible, become an honest man.

_Enter_ HARMAN _Senior,_ VAN HERRING, BEAMONT, COLLINS, JULIA, _the
Governors Guard._

_Fisc._ [_To_ HAR.]