Tow._ Hangman, no;
I would have don't before, if e'er I would:
To do it when my friend has suffered this,
Were to be less than he.

_Fisc._ Free him. [_They free_ BEAMONT.
Beamont, I have not sworn you should not suffer.
But that you should not die; thank Julia for it.
But on your life do not delay this hour
To post from hence! so to your next plantation;
I cannot suffer a loved rival near me.

_Beam._ I almost question if I will receive
My life from thee: 'Tis like a cure from witches;
'Twill leave a sin behind it.

_Fisc._ Nay, I'm not lavish of my courtesy;
I can on easy terms resume my gift.

_Har._ Captain, you're a dead man; I'll spare your torture for your
quality; prepare for execution instantly.

_Tow._ I am prepared.

_Fisc._ You die in charity, I hope?

_Tow._ I can forgive even thee:
My innocence I need not name, you know it.
One farewell kiss of my dear Isabinda,
And all my business here on earth is done.

_Har._ Call her; she's at the door. [_Exit_ FISC.

_Tow._ [_To_ BEAM. _embracing._]
A long and last farewell! I take my death
With the more cheerfulness, because thou liv'st
Behind me: Tell my friends, I died so as
Became a Christian and a man; give to my brave
Employers of the East India company,
The last remembrance of my faithful service;
Tell them, I seal that service with my blood;
And, dying, wish to all their factories,
And all the famous merchants of our isle,
That wealth their generous industry deserves;
But dare not hope it with Dutch partnership.
Last, there's my heart, I give it in this kiss: [_Kisses him._
Do not answer me; friendship's a tender thing,
And it would ill become me now to weep.

_Beam._ Adieu! if I would speak, I cannot-- [_Exit._

_Enter_ ISABINDA.

_Isab._ Is it permitted me to see your eyes
Once more, before eternal night shall close them?

_Tow._ I summoned all I had of man to see you;
'Twas well the time allowed for it was short;
I could not bear it long: 'Tis dangerous,
And would divide my love 'twixt heaven and you.
I therefore part in haste; think I am going
A sudden journey, and have not the leisure
To take a ceremonious long farewell.

_Isab._ Do you still love me?

_Tow._ Do not suppose I do;
'Tis for your ease, since you must stay behind me,
To think I was unkind; you'll grieve the less.

_Har._ Though I suspect you joined in my son's murder,
Yet, since i