Here silly geese are plucked, yet cackle not.

Sirrah, give me--an account whether you had a letter of attorney, or whether you were feed or no, that you offered to bawl in another man's cause?
I see you had no authority to speak, and I may chance to have you wed to something you won't like.

Oh, you devils, cried Friar John, proto-devils, panto-devils, you would wed a monk, would you?
Ho hu! ho hu! A heretic! a heretic! I'll give thee out for a rank heretic..