Tow. Is this true, Isabinda?
Isab. I should not, I confess, have told you first, because I would not give you that disquiet; but since he has, it is too sad a truth.
Tow. Leave us, my dear, a little to ourselves.
Isab. I fear you will quarrel, for he seemed incensed, and threatened you with ruin. [To him aside.
Tow. 'Tis to prevent an ill, which may be fatal to us both, that I would speak with him.
Isab. Swear to me, by your love, you will not fight.
Tow. Fear not, my Isabinda; things are not grown to that extremity.
Isab. I leave you, but I doubt the consequence. [Exit Isab.
Tow. I want a name to call you by; friend, you declare you are not, and to rival, I am not yet enough accustomed.
Har. Jun. Now I consider on it, it shall be yet in your free choice, to call me one or other; for, Towerson, I do not decline your friendship, but then yield Isabinda to me.