Misproud

It is grete scorne to se a mysproude knave / With a clerke that connynge is to prate: / Lete theym go lowse theym, in the devylles date.

[...] dismount two hundred of our best dragooners, and, under Fight-the-good-fight Egerton, let them file down that gully to our left, and fire constantly on the advance of these misproud malignants.

See, in the distance advancing, Richmond's misproud array, Fighting for Henry the traitor.

Yet was the song acclaimed of these aloud Whose praise had made mute bumbleness misproud, [...]

"[...] He hath, I know not how, wrung forth a noble haunch of venison and store of Bourdeaux wine from some misproud malignant here at Naseby!"