Fisc. Nay, I'm not lavish of my courtesy;
I can on easy terms resume my gift.
Har. Captain, you're a dead man; I'll spare your torture for your quality; prepare for execution instantly.
Tow. I am prepared.
Fisc. You die in charity, I hope?
Tow. I can forgive even thee:
My innocence I need not name, you know it.
One farewell kiss of my dear Isabinda,
And all my business here on earth is done.
Har. Call her; she's at the door.[Exit Fisc.
Tow. [To Beam. embracing.]
A long and last farewell! I take my death
With the more cheerfulness, because thou liv'st
Behind me: Tell my friends, I died so as
Became a Christian and a man; give to my brave
Employers of the East India company,
The last remembrance of my faithful service;
Tell them, I seal that service with my blood;
And, dying, wish to all their factories,
And all the famous merchants of our isle,
That wealth their generous industry deserves;
But dare not hope it with Dutch partnership.
Last, there's my heart, I give it in this kiss:[Kisses him.
Do not answer me; friendship's a tender thing,
And it would ill become me now to weep.
Beam. Adieu! if I would speak, I cannot—[Exit.
Enter Isabinda.
Isab. Is it permitted me to see your eyes
Once more, before eternal night shall close them?