Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent musical peasants

[the Sheriff of Nottingham enters the castle singing] Sheriff of Nottingham:
He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way / He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play / Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst! [to Sir Hiss] Sheriff of Nottingham:
[speaking]
Am I right? Hiss:
[chuckles]
That's P.J. to a "T". Let me try, let me try. [lowers his voice] Hiss:
[singing]
Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst! [sees an angry Prince John peeking behind a door, with a glass jug of wine in his hand, shrivels] Hiss:
The Fabulous, Marvelous, Merciful, Chivalrous. Sheriff of Nottingham:
Oh, you've got it all wrong, Hiss. The Sniveling, Groveling, Measely, Weaseling. Prince John:
[shouts]
Enough! [throws the glass jug at the Sheriff, but it hits the wall and the wine rains down on him] Sheriff of Nottingham:
But, but Sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is singing it. Prince John:
Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes! [grabs Sir Hiss by the neck] Prince John:
Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent musical peasants