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Yet this, O father, heare,
And then I end: Your majestie well knows,
That when my brother Ferrex and my selfe
By your owne hest were joyned in governaunce
I never sought, nor travailled for the same;
Nor by my selfe, nor by no frend I wrought,
But from your highnesse will alone it sprong,
Of your most           goodnesse bent to me: But how my brother's hart even then repined, With swollen disdaine against mine egall rule, Seeing that realme, which by discent should grow Wholly to him, allotted halfe to me;
Even in your highnesse court he now remaines, And with my brother then in nearest place
Of this your grace's realme of Brittaine land,
Who can recorde what proofe therof was shewde And how my brother's envious hart appearde:
Yet I that judged it my parte to seeke
His favour and good will, and loth to make
Your highnesse know the thing which should have brought
Grief to your grace, and your offence to him, Hoping my earnest sute should soone have wonne
A loving hart within a brother's brest,
Wrought in that sort, that, for a pledge of love
And faithfull hart, he gave to me his hand.