Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
[♦] But always resolute in most extremes.
He then that is not furnish’d in this sort
40 Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable order,
And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
45 King. Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear’st thy doom!
Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight: