ALVARO

Bon iurno signeour Padre, why be de malancollie so much, and graven in you a: what News make you look so nought? Signor si, how de Spaniola have almost tack de Ship that go for Turkey: my Pader, hark you me on word, I have receive un lettre from my Factor de Vennise, that after un piculo battalion, for un half hour de come a Wind From de North, & de Sea go tumble here, & tumble dare, that make de Galleys run away for fear be almost drowned. Will you no beleuue me? see dare dan, see de lettre. Ah Ʋ enice, Roma, Italiam Frauncia, Anglitera, nor all dis orb can show so much belliza, veremante de sencundam, Madonade granda beauty. Bellam Madonna, dare is no language so dulce; dulce, that is sweet, as de language, that you shall speak, and de well come that you sal say, sal be well know perfaytemente. De vsa sal well teash you what that is; and if you sal please, I will teash you to parler Italiano. Signor Pisaro, ne soiat so malcontento de Gentle woman your filigola did parler but a litella to, de gentle homa y our grand amico. Do day so; well let me lone, sal see me give dem de such grand mock, sal be shame of dem selves. Signor, me thinks you soud no macke de wen she so hardee, so disobedient to de padre as ditt madonna Matt. Den de Lady, what Lady? Me dincke such a piculo man as you be, sal have no de such grand luck madere. And that we sal no parler, that we sal no havar den for de wive. Signor Pisaro, I prey de gratiam watte maneire sal we have? what will the parler? what bon do you know Signor Pisaro, dicheti noi signor Pisaro. And I shall name me de signor Harvey, end mon sicur Delion shall be de piculo signor Ned, end when mado nam Laurentia shall say, who be dare? mister Vandalle shall say, O my soot Laid, hire be your love Mestro Heigham : Is no dis de brauissime, master Vandalle? What be that Glass? What drunk, what mad? Is dit your House? be you de Signor of dis Cassa? Is this neit the House of mester Pisaro? What be that? I prey de gratiam, what be dis plash? What do you call dit street? Certenemento Leden hall, I hit my head by de way, dare may be de voer Spouts: I prey de gratiam, wish be de weigh to Crochefriers? Signor, adio. I go and turn, and dan I come to dis plash, I can no tell watt, and shall do I can no tell watt, turn by the Pump; I pump it fair. Who parlato daer? Who do der ander? Moi I be here in Vanshe-streete. Monsieur Gentle-home, can you well tesh de weigh to Croshe-frier ? Whaer be de now signor? What be dis? Signor Frisco ? Si signor Frisco. Speak sister Matt, is not my true Love there? Signor Vandalle, what do the go to de wenshe in de Basket? A little farther signor Vandalle, and dan you may put v head into de windo and cash de Wensh. Here you padre, do no loose his Lands, his hun dreaded Pont per anno 'tis wort to havar; let him have de ma tress Marina in de marriage, 'tis but warrant me to attendre d'un day more: if he will no die, I sal give him sush a Drink, sush a Potion sal make him give de Bonos noches to all de world. No, no; tush you be de fool, here be that sal spoil de marriage of hem: you have deceue me of de fine Wensh signor Harvey, but I sal deceue you of de much Land. Oyime I hauesse allhora appressata la mano all mio core, o suen curato ate, I I longo sei tu arriuato, o cieli, o terra. Madonna yet de Belleza of de face beauty deform of all de Corpo may be such datt no perriculo, nor all de mal shaunce, can make him leave his dulce visage. Ne parlate, see here signors de Fader. O de favourable aspect of de heaven, 'tis so ob scure, so dark, so black that no mortal creature can know de me: I pray a Dio I sal have de reight Wench: Ah si I be recht, here be de huis of signor Pisaro, I shall have de madonna Marina, and daruor I shall knock to de door. What be 'tis Crosh-viers? vidite padre dare; tack you that, me fall trouble you no far. Signior si, & de Ship go drite on de Iscola de Candy.