Isab. Heaven assist my love!
Har. Jun. There, Englishman, 'twas meant well to thy heart.[Towerson wounded.
Fisc. Oh you can bleed, I see, for all your cause.
Tow. Wounds but awaken English courage.
Har. Jun. Yet yield me Isabinda, and be safe.
Tow. I'll fight myself all scarlet over first;
Were there no love, or no revenge,
I could not now desist, in point of honour.
Har. Jun. Resolve me first one question:
Did you not draw your sword this night before,
To rescue one opprest with odds?
Tow. Yes, in this very wood: I bear a ring,
The badge of gratitude from him I saved.
Har. Jun. This ring was mine; I should be loth to kill
The frank redeemer of my life.
Tow. I quit that obligation. But we lose time.
Come, ravisher! [They fight again, Tow. closes with Harm, and gets him down; as he is going to kill him, the Fisc. gets over him.