Hast thou nothing to rail at but Ignorance, I trow?
New Cus. You may use me even at your pleasure, I know;
For Perverse Doctrine, that is rooted so fast,
That it may not be changed at no heavenly blast,
May not hear the contrary, but beginneth to kick,
Like a jade when he feeleth the spur for to prick.
Perv. Doc. Yea! say'st thou so, thou miscreant villain?
A little thing would make me knock out thy brain:
Hence out of my sight away, packing, trudge!
Thou detestable heretic, thou caitiff, thou drudge;