Looke thy fille dogge, and then die! Thy queene is not for thy base eyen! Avaunt! Thou knave! This sighte is too holy for thy wretched visage! Guards! Take this lowe knave hence! I wol see his blood upon the stones! By Goddes dignitee, I shal hewen thee in peeces for thy spyeng! Wrecche! Thou has forfet thy lyf! Hanged, drawen and quartered shalt thou be for this vilenye! But before our guards will make thou drink thy own eyen!
