Isab. Then I am sure you're penitent.
Har. Jun. No, I only gave you scope, to let you see, all you have urged I knew: You find 'tis to no purpose either to talk or strive.
Isab. [Running.] Some succour! help, oh help! [She breaks from him.
Har. Jun. [Running after her.] That too is vain, you cannot 'scape me.[Exit.
Har. Jun. [Within.] Now you are mine; yield, or by force I'll take it.
Isab. [Within.] Oh, kill me first!
Har. Jun. [Within.] I'll bear you where your cries shall not be heard.
Isab. [As further off.] Succour, sweet heaven! oh succour me!
SCENE II.
Enter Harman Senior, Fiscal, Van Herring, Beamont, Collins, and Julia.