O, false traitor! How darest thou lay hands on my lord, the king's son on our blissful day of wedding. Thou churlish lorel! Thy wicked outrage hath defiled this holy feast! Truly thou hast no shame! To beat thy prince upon his own day of consecration! By the blessed Rood, thou shalt be drawn and beheaded for this outrage. Such work deserveth no less than the pit of hell!
