But _Warwicke_ was not pacified thus, His constant rancour causeles was extreme, No meane could serue the[1264] quarell to discus, Till hee had driuen the king out of the realme: Neyther[1265] would hee then be waked[1266] from his dreame: For when my brother was come and placed agayne, He stinted not till hee was stoutly slaine. 40. 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. 41. This causde the duke of _Clarence_ so to chafe, That with the king hee brainlesse fell at bate: The counsaile warely for[1268] to kepe him safe From raising tumults, as he did of late, Imprisoned him: where through his brother’s hate He was condemnde, and murdered in such sort As he himselfe hath truly made report. 42. “Was none abhorde these mischiefs more then I, Yet coulde I not bee therewith discontented, Considering that his rancoure toucht mee ny: Els would my conscience neuer haue consented To wish him harme, could he haue beene contented: But feare of hurt, for sauegard of our state, Doth cause more mischiefe then desert or hate.” 43. Such is the state that many wish to beare, That eyther wee must with other’s bloud[1269] bee stainde, Or leade our liues continually in feare: You mounting myndes behold here what is gaynde By coumbrous honour, painfully attainde: A damned soule for murdring them that hate you, Or doubtfull lyfe, in daunger lest they mate you. 44. The cause, I thinke, why some of high degree Doe deadly hate all sekers to ascend, Is this: the cloyne[1270] contented cannot bee With any state, till tyme hee apprehend The highest top, for therto clymers tend: Which seldome is attaynd without the wracke Of those betwene, that stay and beare him backe. 45. To saue themselues they therfore are compeld To hate such climers, and with wit and power To compasse meanes where through they may bee queld, Ere they ascend their honours to deuour: This causde the duke of _Clarence_ frowne and lowre At mee and other, whom the king promoted To dignities: wherin he madly doted. 46.