DELION

Monsieur Pisaro, mon peer, mon Vadere, O de grand joy you give me (oconte) me sal go home to your House, sal eat your Bacon, sal eat your Beef, and shall tack de Wench, de fine Damoysella. Warrent you Monsieur, he sal parley wen you sal stand out the dour. Non Dam Monsieur, and he be so granda amorous open de Damosella, he sal have Mawdlyn de wit Wenshe in de Kichine by matter Pisaros leave. Monsieur, Vous estes tresbien venum, de quell pais estes vous. Monsieur, Vous n'entens pass, J ne demand puit, vostre nom? Madame, my Sho met de square toe, what be that? That me sal do tres beien, but de bellam Madonna de june Gentlewoman do monster some sing of amour to speak lot me, epurce monsieur, me sal say but two tree four five word to di francois: or sus Monsieur Le mouche en quelle party de France esties vous ne? Is that and offence to be amorous di one belle Gen tleawoman. Par may foy Madame, she does tincke dare is no Wench so dure as you: for de Fillee was cree dulce, tender, and amorous for me to love his; now me tincke that I being such a fine man, you should lovam me. But so tincke esh oder Damosellas. Madama attendez, Madama: is she all? do she mockque de novus in such sort? O de brave de galliard devise: me sal come by de nite and contier fair de L'anglois Gentlehomes dictenous ainsi monsieur Pisaro. By my trot me do so much tincke of dit Gentlewoman de fine Wenshe, that me tincke esh hover ten day, and esh day ten year, till I come to her: Here be de huise of sin vader, shall all and knock. He knocks. Glasses, what Glasses? Prey is monsieur Pisaro to de mayson? Yes but dit is the houis of mester Pisaro. Do no de fine Gentlewoman matresse Mathea dwell in worser to Plash? I be deceu dis dark neight; here be no Wenshe, I be no in de right plash: I prey Monsieur, what be name dis Street, and wish be de way to Croshe-friers? Ʋ anshe, street, how shaunce me come to Vanshe street? well monsieur, me must all to Croche-friers. Me all, end all & can no come to Croche-friers. Who be der? who all der? Amiss? Who parley der, in what plash, in what street be you? Io be here in Lede-hall. I that me sal monsieur Gentle-home, and give you tanks. What do you smell? Dats good: but watt be dis Post? Ho Wesmistere, how come we tol Wesmistere? What, Monsieur Frisco? Ouy monsieur Frisco. Monsieur de Mowche, what macke you out de Houis so late? Certes me dincke de mine depeteta de little And gloise, de me Matresse Pisaro is un net, un becues, un From, et un tendra Damosella. Signor Alvaro, give him de ting quickly sal make hem die, autremant you sal loose de fine Wensh. Monsieur Gentle-home, I prey parley one, too, tree, before, words vore us to dis oull man. Sordiche ; Oh dio, dear be some nautie tinge, some Spirit do lead us. Pardon moi Madame.