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.