Slave, cut-throat, tinkers bitch, compar'd before;
And in those humours would'st envie, betray,
Slander, blaspheme, change each houre a religion,
Doe any thing, but killing of the King:
That in thy valour (which is still the dunghill,[460]
To which hath reference all filth in thy house)
Th'art more ridiculous and vaine-glorious
Than any mountibank, and impudent
Than any painted bawd; which not to sooth,