Tow. I will not stay to take them. Only this before I go; if you are truly gallant, insult not where you have power, but keep your quarrel secret; we may have time and place out of this island: Meanwhile, I go to marry Isabinda, that you shall see I dare.—No more, follow me not an inch beyond this place, no not an inch. Adieu.
[Exit Towerson.
Har. Jun. Thou goest to thy grave, or I to mine. [Is going after him.
Enter Fiscal.
Fisc. Whither so fast, mynheer?
Har. Jun. After that English dog, whom I believe you saw.
Fisc. Whom, Towerson?
Har. Jun. Yes, let me go, I'll have his blood.
Fisc. Let me advise you first; you young men are so violently hot.
Har. Jun. I say I'll have his blood.
Fisc. To have his blood is not amiss, so far I go with you; but take me with you further for the means: First, what's the injury?