Enter Beamont.
Beam. How is it, friend? I thought, entering your house, I heard you call.
Tow. I did, but as it seems without effect; none of my servants are within reach of my voice.
Beam. You seem amazed at somewhat?
Tow. A little discomposed: read that, and see if I have no occasion; that dagger was stuck there, by him who writ it.
Beam. I must confess you have too just a cause: I am myself surprised at an event so strange.
Tow. I know not who can be my enemy within this island, except my rival Harman; and for him, I truly did relate what passed betwixt us yesterday.
Beam. You bore yourself in that as it became you, as one who was a witness to himself of his own courage; and while, by necessary care of others, you were forced to decline fighting, shewed how much you did despise the man who sought the quarrel: 'Twas base in him, so backed as he is here, to offer it, much more to press you to it.
Tow. I may find a foot of ground in Europe to tell the insulting youth, he better had provoked some other man; but sure I cannot think 'twas he who left that dagger there.
Beam. No, for it seems too great a nobleness of spirit, for one like him to practise: 'Twas certainly an enemy, who came to take your sleeping life; but thus to leave unfinished the design, proclaims the act no Dutchman's.