Cap. Yes, Pole.
Suf. Pole!
[70] Cap. Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
[♦] Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
[♦] For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
75 Thy lips that kiss’d the queen shall sweep the ground;
And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey’s death
[♦] Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,