Buss. I forgive them all;
And you, my lord, their fautor; for true signe
Of which unfain'd remission, take my sword;
Take it, and onely give it motion,[115]
And it shall finde the way to victory
By his owne brightnesse, and th'inherent valour
My fight hath still'd into't with charmes of spirit.
Now let me pray you that my weighty bloud,
Laid in one scale of your impertiall spleene,120
May sway the forfeit of my worthy love