How durre ye, churl! Thou art a knave to break thine oath of duty! Turn thine eyes or I shall have thee flayed! Fie upon thee, thou saucy, ill-breeding varlet! Darest thou gaze upon thy nakedness? Begone, lest I have thy head on a spike! Thou reeky, rump-fed runagate! Thy presence doth offend mine eyes and virtue! Away, or thou shalt know the sting of a dungeon! What ho, dog! Thinkest thou Queen’s privacy is for thy base pleasure? Turn, and pray to God I show thee mercy!
