TOUCH

Let me see Capons, Turkeis, Small-birds, Beefs, Muttons, Partridge, Plover, Wood cocks. Are you come water-squirts, are you come? Because you shoot water, and so do they, but would you that will doo't, my dainey element dashers. I'll touch the tippes of their tongues, & their tongues tippes, isle baste their bellies and their lips till we have ierk't the cat with our three whips. Sir. On the world sir. I bone-lace sir. Oh mistress now am I tried on my own touch, I am true mettle one way, but counterfeit and other: Oh life no life, but mess of public wrong, Day turn to night, for I would lived too long. Yes from Filbon, woe to the day, time, and ho were. That I brought this news from your lover therefore. I need not sir, 'tis ready to fallen off, yet if I do, 'tis the time of year, the fallen of leaf sir, and serving men do drop their coats, there sir. Gang is the word, and hang is the worst, we are even, Iowe you no service, and you owe me no wages, short tale to make, the summer's day is long, the winter nights be short, and brickill beds dos hide our heads, as spittell fields report. Yes, my master turns a new leaf, and so must I sir, it for your letters sake. What do you call it when the ball sir hits the stool? Even so am I, out, out of all hope ever to come in to crumb my portage at his table sir. Firm sir, yes, unless you take her for a join stool. sheele continue firm, she seeds on you, dreams on ye, Hope's on you, and relies on you, telling her father what a friend you are, protesting and molesting to the hold house of your good parts, vowing to God and man if she have not you, she will have nothing: for any men pleasure, sheele not line if not for yours. She wishes that you should, or sheele not trust to you. Like wax; sheele take any impression, sir she. But himself sir, 'tis a point of law, arraign him up on ipse facto. Mortal down, thistle soft, She laid her self under to keep him aloft, And ever she said, come turn thee to me, And was not this bonny lass Marry Ambre? Change your mark, shoot at a white, will say, come stick me in the clout sir, her white is black, 'tis crept into her eye, and wenches with black eyes the white's turned up are but as custards, though they seem stone cold, yet greedily at tempted, burning hight, and such a wench is she sir. Most affectionately burns in desire for you; but key cold through her father, she stands to freeze while others are appointed to thaw the Ice, not you. The only man, I will assist you sir, As the boys at school? Practice their knowledge by contrary rule. Hark you Morris. Where is Tailer? dudge me, will knog his pad, What is chirken with cold button done, say you. You must have your left eye Diamiter wise, Fixed on my right heel, and all the offices, A servant owes in duty to his Master, perform As naturally as if the forty shilling time Were come, left I leave talking welch, and crack your pate in English. Ples you Latie. Ples you firgen. Harg you now Latie. Was a knight, marg you, of Englise in Wales, welse blood, and 'tis no mock in en to marry in welse blood, is it? Harg you, marry with her, and God dudge me, all is yours, was a knight have land, and a great deal of ri shes, will maintain you well, say you. Harg you, was knight in house called Sir William Perger. Morris was say true, give a ducat, look you tuck it, is mark, mark you that, and mark is 13 shillings four pence, good currans money, and how do you? well, when was sir Robert Morgan, mik you latie, grace a God. Was I lie pray you? Bless you gallant knight, a merchant sir, Of London am I, my estate secure, and so it please you continued vet this fair maid in marriage, nothing else. I must break the ice for you, if I slip up to the chin, now you will pull me out, save me from drowning mistress. I would be loath betwixt Welch and English, to be hanged, mistress, I cannot live on the bargain, come sir, I'll shift with them, and now I must shift with you. And use me no worse being your man, then I used you, being mine. Slip Like your Eel. Master, remember, you would my tongue. With vocative o, your father hears it. What rests for welch sir Robert Morgan, by God was crag de pen, and the hangman calls to me, Dam hum a, Dam hum a? I'll fit you sir, 'tis here, I am touch right, hic & ubique, every where. Plague on't, shall I be left alone, master make haste? But 'tis my deed, I am author of this shift, he's where he would be now, Ime where I should be too, but not well backed, yes now I am. I p aid but John come kiss me now says she, I am Touch your quondam servant sir, thrust out to thrust them in, a lawful marriage is no mockery sir, I counterfeited welch, to join this construing English. To me sir. Please you Aunt, harg you now, knight was love this firgin, and God will, must make her wife, shall be her laty, go in Wales, great worship God willing. Was a clad man, Morris fetch trunk of parrel was lie here a four week, will not out now. Was welcome, plague on you, was love you. Would, would, master, I a Welshman, a Hangman. Oh love, thou art a beggar, yet I am thy debtor. I know him his mother was a.