Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
65 If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
[♦] Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you,
[♦] That all without desert have frown’d on me;
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive
70 With whom my soul is any jot at odds
More than the infant that is born to-night:
I thank my God for my humility.
[♦] Q. Eliz. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter: