And now they're just name-calling:
"Is it my fault if Louis reads my writings? Surely he cannot read yours, you illiterate!"
"I? Illiterate? Was your Francis a literate, he who spoke with geese?"
"You're the blasphemer; you know the keg ritual!"
"I have never seen such a things, and you know it!"
"Yes, you did, you and your little friars, when you slipped into the bed of Clare of Montefalco!"
"May God strike you! I was inquisitor at that time, and Clare had already died in the odor of sanctity!"
And so on...