But when his brothers came, and seemed to fall
Before him, straight his dreams came in his mind
Yet he spoke rough, and seemed most unkind:
You’re spies said he, they answered, no,
We are true men, my lord, pray say not so,
Sons of one man, we twelve in number were,
The youngest now under his father’s care
Remains at home, the other he is not.
He knew them, yet his anger seemed hot,
And for three days they were in prison cast,