seethe

A none syr kay sayd / here is good mete for vs for one meale / for we had not many a day no good repast / And so that veneson was rosted baken and soden / and so after souper somme abode there al that nyghte

I saw all shapes of death,

And minister’d to many, o’er the plain

While carnage in the sun-beam’s warmth did seethe,

Till twilight o’er the east wove her serenest wreath.

Shock Box was the skankiest bar in Hasted, complete with a cheesy jukebox, cheap pints, and a sweaty club in the basement that seethed every weekend with a superhorny boarding-school crowd.