Then grewe the king and realme to quiet rest,
Our flocke and frends still stying higher and[1267] higher:
The queene with children fruitfully was blest,
I gouernd them, it was the king’s desier:
This set theyr vncles furiously on fier,
That wee, the queene’s bloud, were assignde to gouerne
The prince, not they, the king’s owne bloud and bretherne.
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This causde the duke of Clarence so to chafe,
That with the king hee brainlesse fell at bate: