Tow. Yield Isabinda to you?
Har. Jun. Yes, and preserve the blessing of my friendship; I'll make my father yours; your factories shall be no more oppressed, but thrive in all advantages with ours; your gain shall be beyond what you could hope for from the treaty: In all the traffic of these eastern parts, ye shall—
Tow. Hold! you mistake me, Harman, I never gave you just occasion to think I would make merchandize of love; Isabinda, you know, is mine, contracted to me ere I went for England, and must be so till death.
Har. Jun. She must not, Towerson; you know you are not strongest in these parts, and it will be ill contesting with your masters.
Tow. Our masters? Harman, you durst not once have named that word, in any part of Europe.
Har. Jun. Here I both dare and will; you have no castles in Amboyna.
Tow. Though we have not, we yet have English hearts, and courages not to endure affronts.
Har. Jun. They may be tried.
Tow. Your father sure will not maintain you in this insolence; I know he is too honest.
Har. Jun. Assure yourself he will espouse my quarrel.