O noble, O worthy Pedro , 4211 glory of Spain , Whom Fortune held so high in majesty, Well oughtë men thy piteous death complain. Out of thy land thy brother made thee flee, And after, at a siege, by subtlety, Thou wert betray’d, and led unto his tent, Where as he with his owen hand slew thee, Succeeding in thy regne and in thy rent. 4212

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