STILT

I my lord, I know you should be one, but I hope you are not so mad. I my Lord, for you that cannot fit a hobby, you'll hardly manage your tilthorse. Not afore next grass; I could help you now to a stone mule, a stone ass. That's not your fit word; you must say, advance your pike, and you must be here sir, and here, you'll never learn for all my teaching. That will be excellent my Lord, the barbers will buy those poems abominably. No, but I hear a noise. O excellent! heers your casting bottle. Casheere you? no, do but manage your body, and have here, and here your congies, and then quid sequi tur, Stilt knows, and all the court shall see. Nay that's more then I know: this matter will trouble us more then all your poem of picktooths, s'nailes: you were better be unknighted then unprinced, I have lost all my hope of preferment, if this hold. I faith he's so odd, that he hath driven even hone sty from all men's hearts. O brave master, not a Lord: Oh, Stilt will stalk, and make the earth a stage, But he will have thee lord in spite of rage. Father, set you the army in qeraye, while I invocate: The General Foulkes: Fibs, foreman, and Friends all, Officers ail, help to marshal; Prince Jerom my Lord shall remunerate that, is shall be Full of thanksgiving, while nature is able to Nourish, or sustain; Father you have order to stay the rest, be sententious, and full of circumstance I advise you; and remember this, that more then mortality fights on our side; For we have treason and iniquity to maintain our quarrel. Reason, and equity I meant Father; ther's little controuersity in the words: but Like a Captain couragi ous, I pray go forward, remember the place you are, in no more, but this; the days of old, no more, but that; and the glory Father; Knighthood at least, to the utter defa cing of you and your posterity, No more but so. stand to't? here's the father and the son will stand, though all the rest fly away. I thought twou'd come to that; I thought we should bring The false Prince on his knees. We scorn pardons, Peace and pity; We'll have a Prince of our own choosing, Prince Jerom. Nay but trust him not my Lord; take heed of him, Aware your enemies at any hand. Nay we deny that, wear none of your Countrymen; you are and ar ant arrant Alien. he Well we will are him: come on, speak, what wlil ye say? None at all father, now we are in, we must go through stitch. Well since my Lord ha said the word, bring that of spoke he to pass and you shall have my word too, and old Stilt my father's, being a man of good reproach I tell you, and condemnation in his country. Sweet Prince I scarce understand this fellow well, but I Like his conceit in not trusting Prince otho; you must give him the remove that's flat. Hold ye there my Lord, I am but a poor fellow and have but a simple living left me; yet my brother were he a very natural brother of mine own, should he b e dopted, I would dopt him, and herrite him, i'll fit him. That were excellent my Lord, and it could be done, and no body know on't. That's excellent, master; Farewellawe, and iebbit a vow; and we speed by thy practice we'll crush a cup of thine own country wine. I warrant you Master let Prince Otho drink next, Pray ye do my Lord, for Prince Otho is best wor thy of all this company to drink of that cup, which and he do, I hope he shall never drink more. Oh give the Duke some of the medicine I, he is one that had great cqre of you. That's nothing to the purpose, but my Lord took occasion by the council of a French Doctor. Surgeons for the Prince, my master falls. We left him in the court in my Master's cham ber. I pray provide for me fit; Provide quoth a and you call this providing, pray let me, provide for my self, alas my poor father, he'll creep upon crutches into his graven when, he hears his properest Stilt is cut off by the stumps. Pray, not so hasty, you would scarce be so forward, and you were going as I am, to the Gall lowes. I as beggars do the Ladies that are their Almesgi givers. I truly: was I sir therefore I hope you'll be good to me, I helped to mingle the poison as the French Doctor, and my master charged me. Oh lord sir. I meant you no hurt, but to Prince Charles