Har. Jun. Nothing henceforward shall have power to take from me that happiness, in which you are so generously pleased to reinstate me.
Har. Sen. Why this is as it should be; trust me, I weep for joy.
Beam. Towerson is easy, and too credulous. I fear 'tis all dissembled on their parts. [Aside.
Har. Sen. Now set we forward to the castle; the bride is there before us.
Tow. Sir, I wait you. [Exeunt Harman Sen. Towerson, Beamont, and Van Herring.
Enter Captain Perez.
Fisc. Now, captain, when perform you what you promised, concerning Towerson's death?
Per. Never.—There, Judas, take your hire of blood again.[Throws him a purse.
Har. Jun. Your reason for this sudden change?
Per. I cannot own the name of man, and do it.