For when this Henry duke[347] of Hereforde sawe,
What spoyle the king made of the noble bloud,
And that without all justice, cause, or lawe:
To suffer him so hee thought not sure, nor good,
Wherefore to mee, twofaced in one hood,
As touching this, hee fully brake his minde,
As to his friend that should remedy finde.
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But I, although I knewe my prince did ill,
So that my harte abhorred sore the same,