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Or dare to bring thy force so near the court?

Y ORK

[aside]
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
I am so angry at these abject terms; [25]
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.
But I must make fair weather yet awhile [30]
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.
The cause why I have brought this army hither [35]
Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace and to the state.

BUCKINGHAM

That is too much presumption on thy part;
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand: [40]
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

Y ORK

Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?

BUCKINGHAM

Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

Y ORK

Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. -
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; [45]
Meet me tomorrow in Saint George’s Field,
You shall have pay and everything you wish.

[Exeunt private soldiers.]
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,