Enter Rollo, Hamond, Allan, Guard.
Ham. Alas, 'tis for my Brother: I beseech your Highness.
Rol. How, a Brother? had not I one my self? did title
Move me when it was fit that he should dye? away.
All. Brother, lose no word more, leave my good Cause
T' upbraid the Tyrant, I'm glad I'm faln
Now in those times that will'd some great example
T' assure men we can dye for honesty.
Rol. Sir, you are brave, 'pray that you hold your neck
As bravely forth anon unto your Headsman.
All. Would he would strike as bravely, and thou by,
Rollo, 'twould make thee quake to see me dye.
Aub. What's his offence?
Ham. For giving Gisbert burial, who was sometimes his Master.
All. Yes, Lord Aubrey,
My gratitude and humanity are my crimes.