Rol. How now? why dost thou stare so?
Edi. A help, I hope.
Rol. What dost thou here? who sent thee?
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.