VANDAL

Seeker Mester Pisaro, me do so groterly dank you, that you macke me so sure of de Wench, datt ic can neit dank you genough. Maer hortens ; if he & ic & monsieur Delion be de Crab, we sal kash de Foul well genough, I warrent you. Dan sal your sistree do gainst her vaders will, or your vader segt that ick sal heb har warrant mine wife. O de pestilence, no if datick can neite dese En glese spreake vel, it shall his Fader seg how dit is to pass gecomen. Mester Pisaro, de Dochter maistris Laurentia call me de Dyel, den Ass, for that ic can neit englesh spreken. Wear be you mester Frisco. Ick be so groterly hight, datt ick sweat, O wen sal we come dare. Dare here, dare, 'tis so Dark ey can neit see. O de skellam Frisco, ic weit neit waer that ic be, ic go and hit my nose open dit post, and ic go and hit my nose open danden post; O de villain: Well, waer been ic now? Haw laet syen is dut neit croshe urier, ya seeker so is't and dit M. Pisaros huis: O de good shaunce, well ic shall now have de Wenshe Laurentia, mestris Laurentia. Ya my Low, here be mester Heigham your groot Friend. O my leif Mesken, de love tol v be so groot, that het bring me out my bed voor you. That sal ick my Lovam. Is dit no well counterfett I speak so Like mester Heigham as 'tis possible. Do you moc que me seger seger, I sal seg your vader. Hort you Daughter, hort you gods see ker kin? will you no let me come tot you? ick bid you let me come tot you watt sal ick done, ick would neit warrant un hundred pound Alvaro & Delion, should see me open dit manner, well what sal ick done, ick mout neit call: warrant de Wenshes will cut de rope and break my neck; ick sal here bleauen till de morning, & dan ick sal call to mester Pisaro, & make him shafe & shite his dauctors: O de skellum Frisco, O des cruel Hores. Gods sekerlin, dats vn-fra meskin, Monsieur Delion dare de Groat freisler, dare wode ic zene, 'tis vn-fra Daughter, dare heb ic so long loud, dare Heb my desire so long gewest. Slacked up den tromele, van ick shall come Up to de camerken, won my new Wincken Slacked up den tromele, van ick shall come. I shall v seg vader, Ick shall tesh your Daughrer such a ting, make her laugh too. Mar hortens vader, ick veite neite de wecke to your houis, hort ens shall master Frisco your manneken come to call de me, and bring me to v house. Mester Frisco, mester Frisco, what sal you no speak; make you de Fool? Why mester Frisco ; O de skellum, he be Gam met de Cloak, me sal seg his mester, han mester Frisco, waer sidy mester Frisco. Ick shall seg v Vader, Ick quame here to your Huise and spreake tol de Dochterken. O de Diabolo, de mal-fortune: is matresse Laurentia gaen awech? Ventre, salic go to de see, and be de see, and over de see and in de see voer my sweet Low. Salic climb up tot you? sal ick fly up tot you? salic, what segdy? No, no; no word: O de feet Wenshe, Ick come, Ick come. In ick my soot Lady. Neit, neit, dare be no man. Neit, neit. My soot Lady I be nunc neit up, pull me totv. O Vadere, Vadere, here be sush cruel Dochter kens, ick been also weary, also weary, also cold; for be in dit little Basket: lo prey help dene. Ick prey Vader that you help de me, Ick prey Goddie Vader. O skellum, you run away from me. Hort you brother, will you let den ander heb your Wive? nempt haer, nempt haer your self? Would, would, would. Han seg you Dochtor, warrant what cause, voer why bede also much grooterlie strange, Ic seg you what, if datt ghy speak to me, is datt ghy love me. Datts waer matresse, for it is untrue saying, day wint he taught day verleift lie scrat sin gatt. Macke no doubt de signor Alva. sal do vel enough