is not so contemptible as you would make it seem.

_Har. Jun._ Wait but one month for the event.

_Isab._ I will not wait one day, though I were sure to sink with him
the next: So well I love my Towerson, I will not lose another sun, for
fear he should not rise to-morrow. For yourself, pray rest assured, of
all mankind, you should not be my choice, after an act of such
ingratitude.

_Har. Jun._ You may repent your scorn at leisure.

_Isab._ Never, unless I married you.

_Enter_ TOWERSON.

_Tow._ Now, my dear Isabinda, I dare pronounce myself most happy:
Since I have gained your kindred, all difficulties cease.

_Isab._ I wish we find it so.

_Tow._ Why, is aught happened since I saw you last? Methinks a sadness
dwells upon your brow, like that I saw before my last long absence.
You do not speak: My friend dumb too? Nay then, I fear some more than
ordinary cause produces this.

_Har. Jun._ You have no reason, Towerson, to be sad; you are the happy
man.

_Tow._ If I have any, you must needs have some.

_Har. Jun._ No, you are loved, and I am bid despair.

_Tow._ Time and your services will perhaps make you as happy, as I am
in my Isabinda's love.

_Har. Jun._ I thought I spoke so plain, I might be understood; but
since I did not, I must tell you, Towerson, I wear the title of your
friend no longer, because I am your rival.

_Tow._ Is this true, Isabinda?

_Isab._ I should not, I confess, have told you first, because I would
not give you that disquiet; but since he has, it is too sad a truth.

_Tow._ Leave us, my dear, a little to ourselves.

_Isab._ I fear you will quarrel, for he seemed incensed, and
threatened you with ruin. [_To him aside._

_Tow._ 'Tis to prevent an ill, which may be fatal to us both, that I
would speak with him.

_Isab._ Swear to me, by your love, you will not fight.

_Tow._ Fear not, my Isabinda; things are not grown to that extremity.

_Isab._ I leave you, but I doubt the consequence. [_Exit_ ISAB.

_Tow._ I want a name to call you by; friend, you declare you are not,
and to rival, I am not yet enough accustomed.

_Har. Jun._ Now I consider on it, it shall be yet in your free choice,
to call me one or other; for, Towerson, I do not decline your
friendship, but then yield Isabinda to me.

_Tow._ Yield Isabinda to you?

_Har. Jun._ Yes, and preserve the blessing of my friendship; I'll make
my father yours; your factories shall be no