Your eyes thrust out.
Mons. Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!
Who dares doe that? the brother of his King!80
Buss. Were your King brother in you; all your powers
(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)
Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawes
Spouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,
Like to so many torrents; all your glories85
Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,
Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,