Wom. My innocence shall there be tried like gold, till it come out the purer. When you have burnt me all into one wound, cram gunpowder into it, and blow me up, I'll not confess one word to shame my country.
Har. I think we have got here the mother of the Maccabees; away with them all three. [Exeunt the English guarded.] I'll take the pains myself to see these tortured.
[Exeunt Harman, Van Herring, and the two Dutchmen with the English: Manet Fiscal.
Enter Julia to the Fiscal.
Jul. Oh you have ruined me! you have undone me, in the person of my husband!
Fisc. If he will needs forfeit his life to the laws, by joining with the English in a plot, it is not in me to save him; but, dearest Julia, be satisfied, you shall not want a husband.
Jul. Do you think I'll ever come into a bed with him, who robbed me of my dear sweet man?
Fisc. Dry up your tears; I am in earnest; I will marry you; i'faith I will; it is your destiny.
Jul. Nay if it be my destiny—but I vow I'll never be yours but upon one condition.
Fisc. Name your desire, and take it.
Jul. Then save poor Beamont's life.