You into portions parted haue the world
Euen like coheir’s their heritages parte:
And now with one accord so many yeares
In quiet peace both haue your charges rul’d.
Ant. Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile
To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:
The sonne his Father hardly can endure,
Brother his brother, in one common Realme.
So feruent this desier to commaund:
Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts.