Hild. Ha, Insolent!
Pet. Writeth he thus to the successor of Peter?
Hild. Insolent! Ally, ally to me, Gregory.
Immediate, poor suppliant truly this.
Ah, Europe, Europe, thou art hard to grind.
This rude wolf would make a bargain, aye,
’Tis little he doth care for Holy Church.
He’ll filch my England’s abbeys, waste her towns,
To fill his Norman lusts. Yet he is strong.