(from George, to his brother Richard)

Thy hurtful ways deceive me

All I hadst done was wrong

But how couldst thou betray me

Thy blood is mine, anon.

We were, are, brethren,

bound by blood and steel

Though thou mayst usurp me,

Thy actions fit thee not.

Another pulls thy strings,

Let my voice pierce thy heart.

Thou art my brother,

Thou play’dst thy part.

Our mother weeps for us now,

Not only for mine soul,

These shackles now that bind me,

Dost wrack upon thine whole.