Ham. Force him hence.
Rol. Dispatch him, Captain,
And bring me instant word he is dispatched,
And how his Rhetorick takes it.
Ham. I'll not fail, Sir.
Rol. Captain, besides remember this in chief;
That being executed, you deny
To all his friends the Rites of Funeral,
And cast his Carkass out to Dogs and Fowls.
Ham. 'Tis done, my Lord.
Rol. Upon your life not fail.
Bal. What impious daring is there here of Heaven!
Rol. Sir, now prepare your self, against the people
Make here their entry, to discharge the Oration,
He hath denied my will.
Bal. For fear of death? ha, ha, ha.
Rol. Is death ridiculous with you?
Works misery of Age this, or thy judgment?