Behold my lords! Here is the fruit of treachery--a dog who would turn this feast into a funeral. Thou hast attempted to feed thine king a banquet of death. Now, thou shalt feed on the iron of mine justice. Thou smallest of the pit! A coward's death is too good for one who strikes at his; sovereign with such foul malice! Take this hedge-pig from mine sight, and let him meet a most miserable end! Thou false, viperous knave! Has thou forgotten thy sworn oath to this crown? Thy soul is already damned to hell, and thy body shall be rendered, drawn and quartered for this treacherous, coward's act!
