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So let them burn this tenement of earth;
They can but burn me naked to my soul;
That's of a nobler frame, and will stand firm,
Upright, and unconsumed.
Fisc. Confess; if you have kindness, save your

: friend. Tow. Yes, by my death I would, not my confes

sion: He is so brave, he would not so be saved ; But would renounce a friendship built on shame.

Har. Bring more candles, and burn him from the wrists up to the elbows.

Beam. Do; I'll enjoy the flames like Scævola ; And, when one's roasted, give the other hand.

Tow. Let me embrace you while you are a man. Now you must lose that form ; be parch'd and

Like a dried mummy, or dead malefactor,
Exposed in chains, and blown about by winds.

Beam. Yet this I can endure.
Go on, and weary out two elements;
Vex fire and water with the experiments
Of pains far worse than death.

Tow. Oh, let me take my turn !
You will have double pleasure; I'm ashamed
To be the only Englishman untortured.
Van Her. You soon should have your wish, but

that we know In him you suffer more.

Har. Fill me a brim-full glass : Now, captain, here's to all your countrymen ; I wish your whole East India Company Were in this room, that we might use them thus. Fisc. They should have fires of cloves and cin

namon; We would cut down whole groves to honour them, And be at cost to burn them nobly.


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Beam. Barbarous villains ! now you shew your

selves. Har. Boy, take that candle thenee, and bring

it hither; I am exalted, and would light my pipe Just where the wick is fed with English fat.

Van Her. So would I; oh, the tobacco tastes divinely after it. Tow. We have friends in England, who would

weep to see
This acted on a theatre, which here
You make your pastime.
Beam. Oh, that this flesh were turn'd a cake of

That I might in an instant melt away,
And become nothing, to escape this torment !
There is not cold enough in all the north
To quench my burning blood.

[FISCAL whispers HARMAN. Har. Do with Beamont as you please, so Tower

son die.
Fisc. You'll not confess yet, captain ?

Tow. Hangman, no;
I would have don't before, if e'er I would :
To do it when my friend has suffer'd this,
Were to be less than he.
1. Fisc. Free him.

[They free BEAMONT.
Beamont, I have not sworn you should not suffer,
But that you should not die; thank Julia for it,
But on your life do not delay this hour
To post from hence ! so to your next plantation ;
I cannot suffer a loved rival near me,

Beam. I almost question if I will receive My life from thee: 'Tis like a cure from witches; Twill leave a sin behind it.

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 in. stantly.

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 fare-

well! 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 deseryes;
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 ?

Tow. I summon'd all I had of man to see you ; 'Twas well the time allow'd for it was short; I could not bear it long: 'Twas dangerous, And would divide my love 'twixt heaven and you.

I therefore part in haste; think I am going
A sudden journey, and have not the leisure
To take a ceremonious long farewell.

Isab. Do you still love me?

Tow. Do not suppose I do ; 'Tis for your ease, since you must stay behind me, To think I was unkind; you'll grieve the less. Har. Though I suspect you join'd in my son's

murder, Yet, since it is not proved, you have your life.

Isab. I thank you fort, I'll make the noblest use Of your sad gift ; that is, to die unforced : I'll make a present of my life to Towerson, To let you see, though worthless of his love, I would not live without him.

Tow. I charge you, love my memory, but live. Har. She shall be strictly guarded from that vio

lence, She means against herself.

Isab. Vain men! there are so many paths to death, You cannot stop them all : o'er the green turf, Where my love's laid, there will I mourning sit, And draw no air but from the damps that rise Out of that hallow'd earth; and for my diet, I mean my eyes alone shall feed my mouth. Thus will I live, till he in pity rise, And the pale shade take me in his cold arms, And lay me kindly by him in his grave. . Enter Collins, and then PEREZ, JULIA following

him. Har. No more ; your time's now come, you

must away.

Col. Now, devils, you have done your worst with tortures ; death's a privation of pain, but they were a continual dying.

Jul. Farewell, my dearest! I may have many

husbands, But never one like thee. Per. As you love my soul, take hence that wo- .

man.My English friends, I'm not ashamed of death, While I have you for partners; I know you innocent, And so am I, of this pretended plot : But I am guilty of a greater crime; For, being married in another country, The governor's persuasions, and my love To that ill woman, made me leave the first, And make this fatal choice. I'm justly punish’d; for her sake I die : The Fiscal, to enjoy her, has accused me. There is another cause; By his procurement I should have kill'd Fisc. Away with him, and stop his mouth.

[He is led off Tow. I leave thee, life, with no regret at parting; Full of whatever thou could'st give, I rise From thy neglected feast, and go to sleep: Yet, on this brink of death, my eyes are open'd, And Heaven has bid me prophecy to you, The unjust contrivers of this tragic scene :An age is coming, when an English monarch With blood shall pay that blood which have shed: To save your cities from victorious arms, You shalt invite the waves to hide your earth, And, trembling, to the tops of houses fly, While deluges invade your lower rooms :* Then, as with waters you have swelld our bodies, With damps of waters shall your heads be swoln :


* During the French invasion of 1672, the Dutch were obliged to adopt the desperate defence of cutting their dykes, and inundating the country,

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