But sure yourself, without regard of meed,
Should find both me and mine at your command.
Mordred. Lord Gilla, if my hope may take success,
And that I be thereby undoubted king,
The Cornish dukedom I allot to you.
Gilla. My liege, to further your desir’d attempts,
I joyfully shall spend my dearest blood:
The rather that I found the king your sire
So heavy lord to me and all my stock.
Mordred. Since then our rest is on’t, and we agreed,