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.