Tow. No; I durst not, friend, I durst not. I love too well, and fear to know my doom; there's hope in doubt; but yet I fixed my eyes on yours, I looked with earnestness, and asked with them: If aught of ill had happened, sure I had met it there; and since, methinks, I did not, I have now recovered courage, and resolve to urge it from you.
Beam. Your Isabinda then—
Tow. You have said all in that, my Isabinda, if she still be so.
Beam. Enjoys as much of health, as fear for you, and sorrow for your absence, would permit.
[Music within.
Col. Hark, music I think approaching.
Beam. 'Tis from our factory; some sudden entertainment I believe, designed for your return.
Enter Amboyners, Men and Women, with Timbrels before them. A Dance.
After the Dance,
Enter Harman Senior, Harman Junior, Fiscal, and Van Herring.
Har. Sen. [Embracing Towerson.] O my sworn brother, my dear captain Towerson! the man whom I love better than a stiff gale, when I am becalmed at sea; to whom I have received the sacrament, never to be false-hearted.