[the man what to eat that fruit.]

You are naught but a character of ill repute if you mean to claim that this sacred document of import, given to me by the very hand of His Majesty, the King, himself, is a forgery. A peasant such as yourself is unworthy to stand trial before His Majesty, the King. If it were up to me, your stinking carcass would be hanging from the gallows at this very instant, to fare as an example to any and all like-minded fiends who may choose to follow in your heretical footsteps. Silence yourself at once, dishonest knave. Lest you face dire consequences.