_Ham._ For giving _Gisbert_ burial, who was sometimes his Master. _All._ Yes, Lord _Aubrey_, My gratitude and humanity are my crimes. _Rol._ Why bear you him not hence? _Aub._ My Lord, (stay Souldiers) I do beseech your Highness, do not lose Such men for such slight causes. This is one Has still been faithful to you, a try'd soul In all your fathers Battles; I have seen him Bestride a friend against a score of Foes, And look, he looks as he would kill his hundred For you, Sir, were you in some danger. _All._ Till he kill'd his Brother, his Chancellour, then his Master, to which he can add nought to equal _Nero_, But killing of his Mother. _Aub._ Peace, brave Fool, Thou valiant Ass: here is his Brother too, Sir, A Captain of your Guard, hath serv'd you long, With the most noble witness of his truth Mark'd in his face, and every part about him, That turns not from an enemy. But view him, Oh do not grieve him, Sir, if you do mean That he shall hold his place: it is not safe To tempt such spirits, and let them wear their Swords, You'll make your Guards your terrours by these Acts, And throw more hearts off from you than you hold; And I must tell you, Sir, (with my old freedom, And my old faith to boot) you have not liv'd so But that your state will need such men, such hands Of which here's one, shall in an hour of tryal, Do you more certain service with a stroke, Than the whole bundle of your flatterers With all the unsavory unction of their tongues. _Rol._ Peace, talker. _Aub._ One that loves you yet, my Lord, And would not see you pull on your own ruines. Mercy becomes a Prince, and guards him best, Awe and affrights are never tyes of Love; And when men begin to fear the Prince, they hate him. _Rol._ Am I the Prince, or you? _Aub._ My Lord, I hope I have not utter'd ought should urge that question. _Rol._ Then practise your obedience, see him dead. _Aub._ My Lord? _Rol._ I'll hear no more. _Aub._ I'm sorry then; there's no small despair, Sir, of their Safety, whose ears are blockt up against truth; come, captain. _Ham._ I thank you, Sir. _Aub._ For what? for seeing thy brother die a man, and honest? Live thou so, Captain, I will assure thee, Although I die for't too; come-- [_Ex. all but_ Rol. & Lat. _Rol._ Now _Latorch_, what do you think? _Lat._ That _Aubrey_'s speech and manners sound somewhat of the boldest. _Rol._ 'Tis his custome. _Lat._ It may be so, and yet be worth a fear. _Rol._ If we thought so, it should be worth his life, and quickly too. _Lat._ I dare not, Sir, be authour Of what I would be, 'tis so dangerous: But with your Highness favour and your licence.