Fisc. That's no harm, so you have killed her afterwards.
Har. Jun. Killed her! why thou art a worse fiend than I.
Fisc. Those fits of conscience in another might be excusable; but in you, a Dutchman, who are of a race that are born rebels, and live every where on rapine,—would you degenerate, and have remorse? Pray, what makes any thing a sin but law? and, what law is there here against it? Is not your father chief? Will he condemn you for a petty rape? the woman an Amboyner, and, what's less, now married to an Englishman! Come, if there be a hell, 'tis but for those that sin in Europe, not for us in Asia; heathens have no hell. Tell me, how was't? Pr'ythee, the history.
Har. Jun. I forced her. What resistance she could make she did, but 'twas in vain; I bound her, as I told you, to a tree.
Fisc. And she exclaimed, I warrant—
Har. Jun. Yes; and called heaven and earth to witness.
Fisc. Not after it was done?
Har. Jun. More than before—desired me to have killed her. Even when I had not left her power to speak, she curst me with her eyes.
Fisc. Nay, then, you did not please her; if you had, she ne'er had cursed you heartily. But we lose time: Since you have done this action, 'tis necessary you proceed; we must have no tales told.
Har. Jun. What do you mean?