And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
[♦] On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
I am far better born than is the king,
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
30 But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.—
[♦] Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
That I have given no answer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
35 The cause why I have brought this army hither