On this his sacred right hand I lay mine.
Buss. Tis well, my lord, and so your worthy greatnesse[120]
Decline not to the greater insolence,
Nor make you think it a prerogative
To rack mens freedomes with the ruder wrongs,
My hand (stuck full of lawrell, in true signe
Tis wholly dedicate to righteous peace)125
In all submission kisseth th'other side.
Henr. Thanks to ye both: and kindly I invite ye