Crab. Philip, that is a dastard.
Cole. Philip, that killed your king.
Crab. Only to make himself king.
Cole. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all damned, and you suffer it.
1st Stink. Friar Cole says true: he speaks out to the heat of his zeal: look how he glows!
2d Stink. Well, friar Crab for my money; he has set my teeth an edge against this bastard.
1st Stink. O, his words are like vergis to whet a man's stomach.
All. Silence! silence!
Crab. Now contrariwise.
Cole. Your noble king the Moor——