Page 567 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

First let my words stab him, as he hath me.

SUFFOLK

Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.

LIEUT ENANT

Convey him hence, and on our long-boat’s side
Strike off his head.

SUFFOLK

Thou dar’st not, for thy own.

LIEUT ENANT

Yes, Pole.

SUFFOLK

Pole!

LIEUT ENANT

Pool! Sir Pool! Lord! [70]
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm.
Thy lips that kissed the queen shall sweep the ground; [75]
And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey’s death
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again;
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell
For daring to affy a mighty lord [80]
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great
And, like ambitious Sulla, overgorged
With gobbets of thy mother’s bleeding heart. [85]
By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
The false revolting Normans thorough thee
Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. [90]