To be acceptyd as a brother shulde
With full accoorde styll with him forto abyde
All iniures of which afore I tolde
On either {per}tye foryete and set a syde
That no thinge after shulde oure loue deuyde
But of one wyll and one entencion
Lede all oure life withoute diuision
Vnto his goddes to do sum obseruaunce
For this accord and humble sacrifise
Made his ministres with feithfull attendaunce
To waite on me in all their best wise
It nedith nat to tell ne diuyse
Neither by writynge in bokes for to set
Halfe the ioye he made whan we met
First howe frendly he dyd me enbrace
Of hertely gladnesse within his armes tweyne
And howe for ioye the terys on his face
Full enteerly gan distyll and reyne
That for my {per}tye he ••oude nat me restreyne
But that I must of frendship fraternall
Wepe as dyd he in his estate riall
The wily wolfe that cast him to deuoure
The sely lambe which can no diffence
Ne none helpe him self to socoure
So feble he is to make resistence
Which demyth truth of fals apparence
What wondre is it the fraude nat conceyuyd
Though such lambys vnwarely be disceyuyd
Though that roses at mydsomer be full sote
Yit vnderneth is hyd a full sharpe spyne
Sum fressh floures haue a full bytter rote
And lothsum gall can also sugre vndermyne
In dredfull stormes the sūne amonge doth shyne
And wnder a shadowe of feyned frenlihede
There is no frendship so perilous to drede
Thus remembrynge the feithfull wordes stable
Of my brother shewyd vnto me
At oure metynge the kyssynge amyable
The assuryd couenauntes at oure fraternyte
But oft tyme men may beholde and se
That lilyes growen amonge these netles thicke
And floure delice in myddes these wedys wicke
Thus while I restyd in the kynges hous
No thinge aduertynge his dedely crueltie
His olde hatred was so venymous
And so odyble to distroye me
Him self to auenge he toke my children ••hree
And sikerly is it nat a wonder
He cut their throtes with a knyfe a sundre
For he thought that it dyd him good
Theym to dismembre into pecis smale
And in a vessell for to gadre their blode
While they lay styll and lokyd on him pale
This was his dede in a desert vale
Withinne a caue that no man shulde aspye
Treason conspired of his fals tirannye
This was the substaunce of his sacrifise
••o sle my children and make their hertis blede
I trowe the goddes therof dyde agrise
Of his fals offringe whan they toke hede
He dyd their membres after roste and sede
And with this viande moost abhominable
He made me to be seruyd at the table
In couert cruses also thus it stode
To staunche my thrust thrugh his cruel vēgeaūce
He made me vnknowe drynke their blode
Was nat this thinge to goddes displesaunce
Yis I dare say for by demonstraunce
Vpon this dede withoute more obstacle
The sonne in heuyn shewyd a myracle
Which sore agrysyd myght nat beholde
With his bemys theron to cast his sight
For displesaunce his cleernes began witholde
And for vengeaunce to withdrawe his light
The day tournynge for horrour into nyght
Whan he shone brightest in his mydday spere
Shroudyd his face and wold nat appere
But I alas vpon this caas horrible
That coude nat ymagyne neyther thynke
On any mater that was so odible
Get their flessh th••••r blode also dyde I drynke
Which so sore doth to myn herte synke
That I may nat touchinge this auenture
The circumstaunce for constreynt discure
It nedith nat me to make rehersaile
Touchynge myn exyll of all maner thynges
Of diuers sorowes that me dyde assayle
My wofull sighes ne my greuous wepynges
Neyther vpon nyghtes my dolorous wakinges
My pouert neyther howe I stode in drede
To lese my lyfe wherof bochas take hede