I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks
Gray. To whom in all this presence speaks your Grace?
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace;
When have I injured thee? When done thee wrong?
Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all!
What can be more characteristic than the turbulent pretensions to meekness and simplicity in this address?