MONSIEUR JOHN

No point, a burn child fear de fire. Oh my Vinifride, piee you awe, by gor, me ang de for her. Toh, phi, phi, your proffer beware stink: stay Vini fride; or by gor die, me die, me die by gor, me ang so de sirous adieu good Sir. Grand Sot, my vench is gone, & me brule, and me brule, Like one mad bule, me go into de vaterto cool my reine, ang my back made de vater hize again, dus so brule, me burst warrant a vench, and yet grand poc on you all, pree you adieu. He, me teach you much French warrant dis, I go to Hygate, adieu grand Sors. Fear you noting, when he is die, me bring you word. Exit Mamon. He, by gor brave crown, brave money, Me have here a patent to take up, one, two, treescore Vench: fine Crown, fine vench, unreasonably fine, Dis money is my bawd. Me send a French crown To fetch a fine vench, de French crown fetch de Fine vench, de fine vench take de French crown, And give me de French poc. He excellent, you see Me kill a man, you see me hang Like de Burgullian, He no poine: He by Gor, me have much vitt, Ang me much bald, and me ang much bald wit. Here come de Gentleman metre Pasquill. Boniour Metre Pasquill, sance Jest, me am hired to kill you, Mounsieur Mamon, Messier: Iounck, Iounck, give me money to stab you, but me know there is a God that hate blood, derfore, me no kill, me know dear is a vench, that love Crown, derefore me keep de money. He, by gor I smell a rat, me fly, me fly, by gor. Hush, hush, leave praying for dead, 'tis no good Caluianisme, puritanism. Dissemble, here are company. I by my trot, ang you help me to a Vench now, me teach you French. 5. towsand, towsand year, o your Secke is hight, and make me brule, and brule, and burn, for a ( he ) by gor your Seck is hight. He my Vinifride, by gor you are come, in to very neck to pleasure me, pree you kiss me, clip me, love me, or by gor me ang die certain. Touch her, by gor me touch her, and touch her, and touch her. Fontra for me, futtra, futtra, futtra, five tow sand futtra's for you. By gor me teach you French four towsand year dan. But will you presently? quickly, for by gor me am a hight shot. Pish 'tis no matter, me am Like a Tobacco Pipe, de more me am burn, de cleaner me am. In a sack? Would very well. By my trot unreasonably good, I carry de vench on my back, and devench carry me on her (he) fine back, fine vench, fine Mounsieur, fine, fine, fine Knight, all fine, unreasonably fine, me sing warrant joy; by gor me sing la, liro, liro la, lilo. By my trot, dis love is a most cleanly Ientle man, he is very full of shift, de fine Vench, can invent ten towsand, towsand trick to kiss a men ( he ) see by gor she would keep her word, she is in de seck already, he, brave by gor, my blood das sparkle in my vein for joy. Metre Timotty you must give me that seck dear. Ritt, ritt, ritt, excellan: excellan: adieu Timon thy, me am almost burst for joy. Pree you away, you break my glasses der, J shu, now me know not what to do, Zot that I was to come dis way widd dem. Trike no more for Jesu sake, by gor me have brittle vare, if you knock it, it will break presant, pre you adieu. By my trot, me tell you true, will you no trike meden? Or else, or else by gor, do what you please wid me: Sweet Vinifride, my very art dus vurst, he by gor, me did not dink to vrong you dus: come out sweet Vinifrid, me much discredit you. He Jack Drum. Jesu what made you dear? Me dank you: Mor deum, he more a me, me am trooke dead wit grief, de cock of my humore is down, and me may hang my self warrant a Vench. I would tell you de very trote of the lag Jest, by gor your England Damosels are so fear, so vittie, so kit, by my trote she toss me wish vey she please der: but pre you were is de Vench? Is dis de house? Would is dis de house, pre you tell me would? By gor den me must needs now sing, Ding, ding, a ding, Ding a, ding a, ding, For me am now at pleasures spring. Ding a, ding, ding, ding a, ding a, ding a, ding, And a he Dam vench, Dam vench, Dam vench, Which must my br ling humour quench. Coma, coma, come. By gorshe give him much kind word already. Me danck you, and first me kiss your finger, next me buss your lip, and last me clip your vast, and now foutra for de Vinifride. Will you no Vin sir, he, he is gone purposely, by my trote most kind Gentleman. Fair Madame pree you pity me, by Gor me languish for your love, me am a pouera French Ientleman, pree you show me your bedchamber. Nay noting, by Gor damosel, you be so faer, so admirably fear, flesh and blood cannot endure your countenance, me brule, ang me brule, ang you would no compassion, by gor me ang quite languish. Last night me go to bed, ang me put de candle behind me, and by my trote me see clean torough me. Me ang so dry, me put a cold plattre at my back, and my back melt de plattre quite, do so burn. Pree you show me your bed Chamber, me will be secret constant: I love you un reasonably well unreasonably well by gor. Say no, ang take it: Or ark you one ting, Say neder yea nor no, but take it, ang say noting. Secred, by gor as secred as your soul, me will tell noting, possible. He now me ang brave Mounsieur, by gor ang me had know dis, me wood have eat some Potatos, or Ringoe: but well: he. Me will tank Metre Brabant warrant dis, by gor me am caught in heaven bliss. Jesu preserve you sweet Metre Brabant, by gor de most delicate plump vench that ever me tuche: me am your slave, your peasant; by gor a votre service whil'ste I live warrant dis. Tuch her, by Gor me tuch her, and tuch her, and me tuch her, me never tuch such a venche, de finea foot, de cleanest leg, de sleekest skin: and me tell e sure token, she hath de finest little varte you know veare: he by Gor me never tuch such a vench. By gor me no know, you tell a me it a Courtesan, prey you pardon me, by my trote, me teach you French to t'end of de vorlde.