MORDRED. What could be wish’d for more? puissant king, For your great help and valiant Irish force, If I obtain the conquest in these wars, Whereas my father claims a tribute due Out of your realm; I here renounce it quite: And if assistance need in doubtful times, I will not fail to aid you with the like. GILLA. It doth suffice me to discharge my realm, Or at the least to wreak me on my foes. I rather like to live your friend and peer, Than rest in Arthur’s homage and disgrace. MORDRED. Right noble duke, through whom the Saxons vow Their lives with mine, for my defence in wars, If we prevail and may subdue our foes, I will, in lieu of your so high desserts, Give you and yours all British lands that lie Between the flood of Humber and the Scots: Besides as much in Kent as Horsa and Hengistus had, when Vortigern was king. CHELDRICHUS. Your gracious proffers I accept with thanks; Not for the gain, but for the good desire I have henceforth to be your subject here May thereby take effect; which I esteem More than the rule I bear in Saxon soil. MORDRED. Renowned lord, for your right hardy Picts And chosen warriors to maintain my cause, If our attempts receive a good success, The Alban crown I give to you and yours. DUX PICTORUM. Your highness’ bounty in so high degree, Were cause enough to move me to my best: 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.