Thou hast besplattered thine supper all over thy gown? Thou witless knave! Thou hast besmirched our royal silk! By the rood, thy clumsiness merits a dire fate-- get thee from our sight before we call for the guards! Fool! Thou hast ruined this gown, brought from distant lands. Thou art a clumsy cur, deserving of a dungeon! Look what thou has done, thou driveling knave! Begone! Thy stupidity is an affront to our presence!
