}Then yours arose, which round about were laid,
And unto mine a low obeisance made,
Is this your dream, his brethren said?
Can your ambitious thoughts become so vain,
To think that you shall o'er your brethren reign?
Or that we unto you shall tribute pay,
And at your feet our servile necks should lay?
Believe us brother, this youll never see,
But your aspiring will your ruin be.
