False traitour! Thou hast broken thy fay and thy lord’s peace! Hell-hound, now shal thy treisoun thee quenche. See this foul caytiff, that with wicked malice wolde have slain his anoint king; By the rode, he hath deserved a shameful death! Thou shalt be drawen and hanged, and thy blod corrupted, that non shall hold of thee. Thy name is blot upon this land.
