GRIMBALL

Tush, to find law breakers let me alone, I have eyes, will look into a Millstone. I faith Rapax, what thought thy wife when she, To lie with the Priest, by night stole from thee? Go and a knave with Thee. Fare you well, for us take no care, With us this broad speech seldom breeds square. Well sir, whipping shall keep you warm. All Julio Sir does ring of her lewd life: In such shares as this, henceforth I will begin, For all is his, in his claws, that comes in. Sayest thou me so, then kiss me for acquaintance. Bore me and ase, quoth Boulton, Tush, your mind I know: Ah sir, you would, be Like, let my Cock Sparrows go. Say off hands Daliam. You powte me, if that you God, my Pudding away: Iche were as good geete his, for she will hate, I see. Well, my noun good heart root, I freely give thee this, Upon condition, that thou give me a kys. Why ych was rite now, for my Pudding, honey sweet Grimbal: Well Daliam, you will flout so long, till (though I say) With kindness you will cast a proper handsome man away, Wherefore soot Conny, even a little spurt: Why, you woot hot. Hark in your ear: Nay, for my head, care not a Tinkers torde, For so God judge me, and at one bore word: Isle loose my death, yea, and my great brown Cow, I love you so filthily: law you now. Yes by Gogs foot, to pleasure thee, ych shall, Both sing, spring, fight and play, the dewl and all. Come smack me, come smack me, I long for a smouch, Why pretty Pygsney, my heart, and my honey? I lack money, chy grant, Cham young sweet heart, and feat, come kiss me for love, What mean you by this? First smack me, first smack, I die for a smouch, Cham sick in deed, and therefore ych thank Thee: Well, well, Daliam, the Lone ych bore to Thee, Hath made me sick, and picked my purse from Me. Soft Daliam, a word with you, I pray. Leard how I love thee, Daliam, art thou gone? what wolt serve me so? Oh God, cham ready to ray my self for woe: Be valiant Grimball, kill thy self man? Nay, hum Lady, I will not by Saint Anne. Ich have beard my great Grandsier say: Maid will say nay, and take it: and so she may, And therefore chyll, to Mistress Lamia, With these Puddings, and Cock Sparrows, by and by: And in the dark, again, ych will his try. Good do not bite, for ych mean thee no hurt: Come off Pyggesnie, prefarre me not a jot, God boars, as sayest, when somewhat handsome ch'am, I faith she will come off for very shame: Nay, thou woult say so, when my face is fair washed, A dapper knave, one Rosko. Oh, yea, why he is Mistress Lamia's powler. And look syrra, Then is the little knave. How dost Rosko? Leave, if you be men, Hear you me now? be friends, and by my troth, Chill spend a whole quart of Ale on you both. Why, knowest him not? why it is lusty Rowke. What? wilt give thy nose away? beware that match. For chy see no Copper, unlest be there. I, I, do so: Well then, that we may drink, straight ways wash Me. Thus? Oh, thus: Yes, yes, I shall. Sayest thou me so? Good now dispatch and away? I even fyssell, until I smouch Daliam. Oh Lord, gogs foot, you pick me to the quick: Oh, o no more, Oh God, I spattell blood. I am poisoned, ah, it is bitter gall: Yea marry sir, these are gay sugared gear. Well now, what must I pay, that chy were gone? Sayest me so? Oh cham undone. Oh Leard, my Purse is cut. Now, here. I can not tell. I know not. Oh Leard, I ken not I. Nay hark, I must neades first: Oh Learde, Learde, cham sick, my belly akes, too, too: Nay gogs foot, good now, no more of this stir. Nay, gogs foot,