_Tow._ Curse on my fond credulity, to think
There could be faith or honour in the Dutch!--
Farewell my Isabinda, and farewell,
My much wronged countrymen! remember yet,
That no unmanly weakness in your sufferings
Disgrace the native honour of our isle:
For you I mourn, grief for myself were vain;
I have lost all, and now would lose my pain. [_Exeunt._


ACT V.

SCENE I.--_A Table set out._

_Enter_ HARMAN, FISCAL, VAN HERRING, _and two Dutchmen: They sit.
Boy, and Waiters, Guards._

_Har._ My sorrow cannot be so soon digested for losing of a son I
loved so well; but I consider great advantages must with some loss be
bought; as this rich trade which I this day have purchased with his
death: yet let me lie revenged, and I shall still live on, and eat and
drink down all my griefs. Now to the matter, Fiscal.

_Fisc._ Since we may freely speak among ourselves, all I have said of
Towerson was most false. You were consenting, sir, as well as I, that
Perez should be hired to murder him, which he refusing when he was
engaged, 'tis dangerous to let him longer live.

_Van. Her._ Dispatch him; he will be a shrewd witness against us, if