We foule at discorde fell.
We eache encrochte on others partes,
For rule we liu’de at strife:
And eache did seeke occasion aye
To reaue the others life.
I made this counte I elder was,
By birth the realme was myne:
By warre, or wrong, or bloud I ment
To haue it all in fine.
And he although he yonger were,