Isab. Never, unless I married you.
Enter Towerson.
Tow. Now, my dear Isabinda, I dare pronounce myself most happy: Since I have gained your kindred, all difficulties cease.
Isab. I wish we find it so.
Tow. Why, is aught happened since I saw you last? Methinks a sadness dwells upon your brow, like that I saw before my last long absence. You do not speak: My friend dumb too? Nay then, I fear some more than ordinary cause produces this.
Har. Jun. You have no reason, Towerson, to be sad; you are the happy man.
Tow. If I have any, you must needs have some.
Har. Jun. No, you are loved, and I am bid despair.
Tow. Time and your services will perhaps make you as happy, as I am in my Isabinda's love.
Har. Jun. I thought I spoke so plain, I might be understood; but since I did not, I must tell you, Towerson, I wear the title of your friend no longer, because I am your rival.