Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
So when of two realmes the regiment royall,
Betweene brothers was parted equally,
One placed in _Fraunce_ for affayres martiall,
And I at home for ciuill pollicy:
To serue the state, wee both did so apply,
As honour and fame to both did encrease,
To him for the warre, to mee for the peace.
30.
Whence enuy sprang, and specially because
This proud prelate could not abide a peere
Within the land to rule the state by lawes,
Wherefore sifting my life and actes most neere,
Hee neuer ceast, vntill, as you shall heare,
By practise foule of him and his allies,
My death was wrought in most vnworthy wise.
31.
And first hee sought my doings to defame,
By rumours false, which hee and his did sowe:
Letters and billes to my reproach and shame
Hee did deuise, and all about bestowe,
Whereby my troth in doubt should daily growe,
In _England_ first, and afterward in _Fraunce_,
Mouing all meanes to bring mee to mischaunce.
32.
One quarell was, that where by common lawe
Murder and theft beene punisht all alike,
So as manslears, which bloudy blades doe drawe,
Suffer no more then hee that doth but pike,
Mee thought the same no order pollitike,
In setting paynes to make no difference,
Betweene the lesser and greater offence.
33.
I being seene somewhat in ciuill lawe,
The rules thereof reputed much better:[721]
Wherefore to keepe offenders more in awe,
Like as the fault was smaller or greater,
So set I paynes more easier or bitter,
Waying the quality of euery offence,
And so according pronounced sentence.
34.
Amongst my other _Delicta Iuuentutis_,
Whilst rage of youth my reason did subdue,
I must confesse as the very truth is,
Driuen by desire, fond fancies to ensue,
A thing I did whereof great trouble grewe,
Abusing one, to my no small rebuke,
Which wife was than to _Iohn_, of _Brabant_ duke.
35.
Called shee was lady _Iaquet_ the fayre,
Delightfull in loue like _Helene_ of _Troy_:
To the duke of _Bauier_ sole daughter and heyre,
Her did I marry to my great annoy:[722]
Yet for a time, this dame I did enioy,
With her whole landes, witholding them by force,
Till _Martin_ the pope, betweene vs made diuorce.
36.
Yet all these blastes not able were to moue
The anchor strong, whereby my ship did stay,
Some other shift to seeke him did behoue,
Whereto ere long ill fortune made the way,
Which finally was cause of my decay
And cruell death, contriued by my foes,
Which fell out thus, as now I shall disclose.
37.
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