“For and this curre do gnarl,
They must stande all afar
To holde up their hand at the bar.
For all their noble bloude,
He pluckes them by the hood
And shakes them by the eare,
And bryngs them in such feare;
He bayteth them lyke a beare,
Like an Ox or a Bul.
Their wittes, he sayth, are dul;