But now to come to my purpose agayne, Whilst I my charge applyed in _England_, My brother in _Fraunce_ long time did remayne, Cardinal _Beauford_ tooke proudly in hand, In causes publique agaynst mee to stand, Who of great malice, so much as hee might, Sought in all thinges to doe mee despite. 23. Which prowde prelate to mee was bastard eame, Sonne to duke _Iohn_ of _Gaunt_ as they did fayne, Who being made high chauncellour of the realme, Not like a priest, but like a prince did raigne, Nothing wanting which might his pryde maynteine, Bishop besides of _Winchester_ hee was, And cardinall of _Rome_ which angels brought to passe. 24. Not God’s angels, but angels of old gold, Lift him aloft in whome no cause there was By iust desert so high to bee extold, (Riches except) whereby this golden asse At home and abroad all matters brought to passe, Namely at _Rome_, hauing no meane but that To purchase there his crimzin cardinall hat. 25. Which thing the king my father him forbad Playnly saying, that hee could not abide Within his realme a subiect to bee had His prince’s peere, yet such was this man’s pride, That hee forthwith, after my father died, (The king then young) obtayned of the pope That honour high, which erst hee could not hope. 26. Whose prowde attemptes because that I withstood, My bounde duty the better to acquite, This holy father waxed welnere wood, Of meere malice deuising day and night To worke to mee dishonour and despite, Whereby there fell betweene vs such a iarre, As in this land was like a ciuill warre. 27. My brother _Iohn_, which lay this while in _Fraunce_, Heard of this hurle, and past the seas in hast, By whose traueil this troublesome distaunce Ceassed a while, but nethelesse[720] in wast: For rooted hate will hardly bee displast Out of high hartes, and namely where debate, Happeneth amongst great persons of estate. 28. For like as a match doth lye and smolder Long time before it commeth to the trayne: But yet when fire hath caught in the poulder, No arte is able the flames to restrayne: Euen so the sparkes of enuy and disdayne, Out of the smoke burst forth in such a flame, That _Fraunce_ and _England_ yet may rue the same. 29.