To let the stream of his revenge run clear:
Debating, with himself, what mode might suit him,
To trounce the rogue who wanted to cornute him.
First, an attack against his Foe he plann’d,
Learn’d in the Field, where late he fought so felly;
That is—to march up, bravely, sword in hand,
And run the Friar thro’ his holy belly.
At last, his better judgment did declare—
Seeing his honour would as little shine
By sticking Friars, as by killing swine—