Thou hast laid hands on God's anointed? What madness hath taken thee? Thy life is forfeit! Hast thou no fear of God or thy Sovereign shrew? Thou art beneath my notice, yet thy; hand shall be cut off for this! But first, Guards! Take this scold away! Let her know the way of the stocks! Begone, creature, lest I have thy head on a spike before sunset! Thou shalt hang for this impudence!
