Sometime there liu'd a Duke not far from hence, Mightie in fame and vertues excellence; Subiects he had as readie to obey As he to rule, beloued eueryway; But that which most of all he gloried in (Hope of his age and comfort of his kin) Was the fruition of one onely sonne, A gallant youth, inferior vnto none For vertue shape or excellence of wit, That after him vpon his throne might sit.

How, princely sonne? King.

Let us all servile base subiection scorne; And as we bee sonnes of the world so wide, 135 Let us our fathers heritage divide, And chalenge to our selves our portions dew Of all the patrimonie, which a few Now hold in hugger mugger in their hand,