Thou art a filthy clodpoll, a disgrace to thy master! Thou foul, beslubbering knave! Look at this mess! Thou art a beastly slaggard, unworthy of the bread thou eatest! Our litter box is foul, thou attire is unfit for mine eye, thou art a slugabed at feeding time and mine water fountain hath a hair floating inside! Thou sluggish knave! Thy negligence doth offend mine eyes! Away, thou cumber-world! A useless sot that cumbereth the ground! Thou loiter-sack! I shall have thee scurged for thy sloth and filth! Thou art a draught-sack more fit for the dunghill than my service! By the Rood, if thou dost not stir, I shall send thee to the gallows!
