If my wrong passe the power of single valour[200]
To right and expiate, then be you my King,
And doe a right, exceeding Law and Nature.
Who to himselfe is law, no law doth need,
Offends no law, and is a King indeed.
Henr. Enjoy what thou intreat'st, we give but ours.[205]
Buss. What you have given, my lord, is ever yours. Exit Rex cum [Montsurry.]
Gui. Mort dieu, who would have pardon'd such a murther? Exit.
Mons. Now vanish horrors into Court attractions
For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire!