_Ham._ My Brother, and the base malicious Office Thou mad'st me do to _Aubrey_; pray. _Rol._ Pray? _Ham._ Pray; pray if thou canst pray, I shall kill thy soul else, Pray suddenly. _Rol._ Thou can'st not be so trayterous. _Ham._ It is a Justice; stay Lady; For I perceive your end; a womans hand Must not rob me of vengeance. _Edi._ 'Tis my glory. _Ham._ 'Tis mine, stay, and share with me; by the gods, _Rollo_, There is no way to save thy life. _Rol._ No? _Ham._ No, it is so monstrous, no repentance cures it. _Rol._ Why then thou shalt kill her first, and what this blood Will cast upon thy cursed head. _Ham._ Poor Guard Sir. _Edi._ Spare not brave Captain. _Rol._ Fear, or the Devil has thee. _Ham._ Such fear Sir as you gave your honor'd Mother, When your most vertuous Brother, shield-like, held her; Such I'le give you, put her away. _Rol._ I will not, I will not die so tamely. _Ham._ Murtherous villain, wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee? _Edi._ Fear not, kill him good Captain, any way dispatch Him, my body's honor'd with that sword that through me, Sends his black soul to Hell: Oh, but for one hand. _Ham._ Shake him off bravely. _Edi._ He's too strong, strike him. _Ham._ Oh, am I with you Sir? now keep you from him, What, has he got a knife? _Edi._ Look to him Captain, for now he will be mischievous. _Ham._ Do you smile Sir? Do's it so tickle you? have at you once more. _Edi._ O bravely thrust; take heed he come not in Sir; To him again, you give him too much respite. _Rol._ Yet will you save my life, and I'le forgive thee, And give thee all, all honours, all advancements, Call thee my friend. _Ed._ Strike, strike, and hear him not, His tongue will tempt a Saint. _Rol._ Oh for my soul sake. _Edi._ Save nothing of him. _Ham._ Now for your farewel, Are you so wary? take you that. _Rol._ Thou, that too; Oh thou hast kill'd me basely, basely, basely. [_Dyes._ _Edi._ The just reward of murther falls upon thee. How do you Sir? has he not hurt you? _Ham._ No, I feel not any thing. _Aub._ I charge you let us passe. [_Within._ _Gua._ You cannot yet Sir. _Aub._ I'le make way then. _Gua._ We are sworn to our Captain, and till he give the word. _Enter_ Sophia, Matilda, Aubrey, _Lords and attendants_. _Ham._ Now let them in there. _Sop._ Oh, here he lies, Sorrow on sorrow seeks me, Oh, in his blood he lyes. _Aub._ Had you spoke sooner This might have been prevented; Take the Dutchess, And lead her off, this is no sight for her eyes. _Mat._ Oh, bravely done wench. _Edi._ There stands the noble doer.