Now may he see me as Fleet Ditch laid low.
Scene V.
Queen, Grizzle.
Queen. Teach me to scold, prodigious-minded Grizzle,[105]
Mountain of treason, ugly as the devil,
Teach this confounded hateful mouth of mine
To spout forth words malicious as thyself,
Words which might shame all Billingsgate to speak.
Griz. Far be it from my pride to think my tongue
Your royal lips can in that art instruct,