_Buss._ Forbeare them, father; 'tis enough for me
That Guise and Monsieur, death and destinie,
Come behind D'Ambois. Is my body, then,
But penetrable flesh, and must my mind
Follow my blood? Can my divine part adde 80
No ayd to th'earthly in extremity?
Then these divines are but for forme, not fact;
Man is of two sweet courtly friends compact,
A mistresse and a servant. Let my death
Define life nothing but a courtiers breath. 85
Nothing is made of nought, of all things made
Their abstract being a dreame but of a shade.
Ile not complaine to earth yet, but to heaven,
And (like a man) look upwards even in death.
And if Vespasian thought in majestie 90
An Emperour might die standing, why not I?
_She offers to help him._
Nay, without help, in which I will exceed him;
For he died splinted with his chamber groomes.
Prop me, true sword, as thou hast ever done!
The equall thought I beare of life and death 95
Shall make me faint on no side; I am up.
Here, like a Roman statue, I will stand
Till death hath made me marble. O my fame
Live in despight of murther! take thy wings
And haste thee where the gray-ey'd morn perfumes 100
Her rosie chariot with Sabaean spices!
Fly where the evening from th'Iberean vales
Takes on her swarthy shoulders Heccate
Crown'd with a grove of oakes! flie where men feele
The burning axeltree; and those that suffer 105
Beneath the chariot of the snowy Beare:
And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting
To the eternall dwellers; that a thunder
Of all their sighes together (for their frailties
Beheld in me) may quit my worthlesse fall 110
With a fit volley for my funerall.

_Umb. Fri._ Forgive thy murtherers.

_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 o