But beare their equals hate.
The heire because I yongest was,
Thought his by right the crowne:
But I esteemde the halfe was mine,
And all if he were downe.
Whereby, O brothell, butcher eke,
Not brother I did slay:
My brother for to haue it all,
And get his right away.
Such are the acts of heedelesse youthes,