The Great Slanderer of Heaven and Earth

England and Ireland all jou torein main, in right of arse do I claim of thee. This out resigns them, and lay down thy arms. My life as soon. There's a good grand-damn. Good, my mother, peace. I would that I will low-laden my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me. His mother shames him so. Poor boy, he weeps. Now shame upon you whether she does or no. God shall be bribed to do him justice and revenge on you. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth. The cow'd hand of France can win. Submit thee, boy.