clatter

When all the bees are gone to settle, / You clatter still your brazen kettle.

But if that I knewe what his name hight, / For clatering of me I would him ſone quight; / For his falſe lying, of that I ſpake never, / I could make him ſhortly repent him forever: […]

"I can't watch it because I have to go outside and clatter someone in the nuts!”