Thou hast used thine king as a shield from an arrow? So, fellow, thou hast a greater love for thy skin than for thy King's glory? Fear not, the shaft hath missed, but thy reputation is well and truly pierced. Back, craven knave! Wouldst thou make a buckler of thy sovereign? Thou dastardly hound, I shouldst have thee hanged for such treasonous cowardice! Away, dog! Or I shall deliver thee to the enemy's next shot myself!
