Thou froward knave! Thy disobedience is as vile as a dog’s cur! Refusing to cleanse thy sovereign lady during my issue of blood? Thou knowest not thy place. If thou has no heart for thy sovereign’s ease, thou shalt find no mercy in my court. Unmannerly creature! Wilt thou defy thy queen? This is my lot, sent from God; for Eve’s sin, and thou art bound to assist! Thou wench! How darst thou turn thy bak on thy lady? This is a charge of my body, a duty I command of thee! Do thy task now, or by the Rood, thou shalt taste the lash! Refuse again, and I shall have thee cast into the deepest dungeon, for thy insolence is a stench in my nostrils.
