Thou faithless shrewe! To lay hands upon my wedding gear? Thou art a snake in the grass, a traitor to thine lady. What devilry is this? Unhand that silk you vile creature, or by the Holy Rood, I shall have thee hands severed before the sun sets! Fie upon thee, treacherous shrewe! Thou hast broken thy oath of loyalty. Beshrew thee, vile driveller! Do you wish to wear the fiery crown of a traitor? Let go of my gown or I shall have thee burned to ashes for this malice! You shall answer for this petty treason with thee life. Guards! Cast this worm into the dungeon and then we shall see if thou cutteth better with a halter around thy neck!
