t.

_Imb._ Leave me.

_Har. Jun._ I cannot.

_Isab._ I find I must be troubled with this idle talk some minutes
more, but 'tis your last.

_Har. Jun._ And therefore I'll improve it: Pray, resolve to make me
happy by your free consent. I do not love these half enjoyments, to
enervate my delights with using force, and neither give myself nor you
that full content, which two can never have, but where both join with
equal eagerness to bless each other.

_Isab._ Bless me, ye kind inhabitants of heaven, from hearing words
like these!

_Har. Jun._ You must do more than hear them. You know you were now
going to your bridal-bed. Call your own thoughts but to a strict
account, they'll tell you, all this day your fancy ran on nothing
else; 'tis but the same scene still you were to act; only the person
changed,--it may be for the better.

_Isab._ You dare not, sure, attempt this villany.

_Har. Jun._ Call not the act of love by that gross name; you'll give
it a much better when 'tis done, and woo me to a second.

_Isab._ Dost thou not fear a heaven?

_Har. Jun._ No, I hope one in you. Do it, and do it heartily; time is
precious; it will prepare you better for your husband. Come--
[_Lays hold on her._

_Isab._ O mercy, mercy! Oh, pity your own soul, and pity mine; think
how you'll wish undone this horrid act, when your hot lust is slaked;
think what will follow when my husband knows it, if shame will let me
live to tell it him; and tremble at a Power above, who sees, and
surely will revenge it.

_Har. Jun._ I have thought!

_Isab._ Then I am sure you're penitent.

_Har. Jun._ No, I only gave you scope, to let you see, all you have
urged I knew: You find 'tis to no purpose either to talk or strive.

_Isab._ [_Running._] Some succour! help, oh help!
[_She breaks from him._

_Har. Jun._ [_Running after her._] That too is vain, you cannot 'scape
me. [_Exit._

_Har. Jun._ [_Within._] Now you are mine; yield, or by force I'll take
it.

_Isab._ [_Within._] Oh, kill me first!

_Har. Jun._ [_Within._] I'll bear you where your cries shall not be
heard.

_Isab._ [_As further off._] Succour, sweet heaven! oh succour me!

SCENE II.

_Enter_ HARMAN _Senior,_ FISCAL, VAN HERRING, BEAMONT, COLLINS,
_and_ JULIA.

_Beam._ You have led us here a fairy's round in