Fisc. Hold, and let him rise; for if you kill him,
At the same instant you die too.
Tow. Dog, do thy worst, for I would so be killed;
I'll carry his soul captive with me into the other world. [Stabs Harman.
Har. Jun. O mercy, mercy, heaven![Dies.
Fisc. Take this, then; in return. [As he is going to stab him, Isab. takes hold of his hand.
Isab. Hold, hold; the weak may give some help.
Tow. [Rising.] Now, sir, I am for you.
Fisc. [Retiring.]
Hold, sir, there is no more resistance made.
I beg you, by the honour of your nation,
Do not pursue my life; I tender you my sword. [Holds his sword by the point to him.
Tow. Base beyond example of any country, but thy own!
Isab. Kill him, sweet love, or we shall both repent it.
Fisc. [Kneeling to her.] Divinest beauty! Abstract of all that's excellent in woman, can you be friend to murder?