EVAN

Appear as you s'ud do then, Dab Jenkin in good sort; do not discredit the nation, and pit wrong upon us aull by your rassnes. Adlas. I do say'and't please his Madestee, I do not Like him with aull his heart; h'is plugd in by the ears, without all piddies, or mercies of propriedies or decorums. I will do injuries to no man before his Ma destee; but 'is a very vile and absurd as a man would wiss, that I do say, to pit the Prince of Wales in and outlandis Mountain; when he is known, his Highness has as goodly Mountains and as tawll a Hills of his own (look you, do you see now) and of as good standing, and as good dissent, as the proudest Adlas christened. Why there is Talgar. Eliennieth. Cadier Arthur. Pen-maen-maur. And Craig-eriri. 'Is caulld the British Aulpes, Craig-Eririri, a very sufficient Hills. I pray you let it alone your wachers a liddle while Cossin Davy ap Jenkin, and give it leave I may give his Madestee, and the Court in formations toudging now the Reformations. Why, tauke it aull then, if you think is reason in you. God's owns, here is no corrections man; imagine what you please, do in God's name, imagine, imagine, why do you not imagine? here is no pennyrths of corrections. 'Is so invincibles, so in mercifullys ignorant, a man knows not upon what inces of ground to stand to him; doe's conceive it no more as I am a true Welse christian, then (sirreverence Oh the cympany) the-hilts of his dagger. How! upon my pate? Well, I can be patient, I trust, I trust it is in a presence I presume that loves no quarrels, nor replies, nor the lies, nor the challenge, nor the Duels: but—I will do my byssinesse now, and make this a byssi ness for another days hereafter: Pleas' your Madestee—By God I am out of my tempers terribly well, God forgive me, and pit me in my selive again. How doe's your Highness—I know not a 'oord or a sil lable what I say; 'is do me that vexations. I remember him now, 'is enough, blessings upon me 'is out o'my head again; lost, quite lost: this knock, o'my pate has knock aull my wits out o'my brains I think, and turn my reasons out of doors. Be leave it I will rub, and break your s'ins for this, I will not come so high as your head, but I will take your nose in my way, very sufficiently. It's well, very well; 'tis better, better, exceedingly well. Why it is I is angry, and hungry too, if you mark me; I could eat his Flint-seere face now, offer to knock my pate in the hearing of aull these, and more too? well, before his Madestee I do yet forgive him now with aull my heart, and will be revenged another time. I am now once again about him: peace; please your Madestee, the Welse Nation hearing that the Prince of Wales was to come into the Hills again, afore your Madestee have a desire of his Highness for the honour of Wales, to make him a Welse hills, which is done without any manner of sharshese to your Madestee, only shanging his name: He is caull now Craig-Eriri, a Mountain in Carnarvan-Seere; has as grey beard, and as much snow upon his head aull the year long, He tells your Madestee true, for aull he is a liddle out of season: but cym every man tell as much as he cannow, my quality is I hope suf ficiently known to his Madestee, that I am Rector Chori is aull my am bitions, and that I would have it aull Welse; that is the s'ort and the long of the Requests. The Prince of Wales we know is aull over Welse. Both my Lord Marquise is as good, noble, true Briton, as any e for is come out of Wales. Houghton is a Town bear his name there by Pipidiauke. Or Abertau. Aberconway is very Like Abercromy, a liddell hard s'ifte has pit'em aull into Wales; but our desires and petitions is, that the muisiques be aull Welse, and the dances, and no' Erculus brought in now with a gread staff, and a pudding upon him. What needs of Ercules, when Cadwalader — Nay, and to pit apparel on a pottle of hay, and caull him Lantaeus. I, stand to it, there was neither Poetries, nor Architectures, nor de signs in that bellie-god; nor a note of music's about him. Come, bring forth our musics, you s'all hear the true Pritan strains now, the and cient Welse Harp—you tauke of their Pigmees too, here is a Pigmees of Wales now; set forth another Pigmees by him! Peace, no more pradling; begin set him down. Haw, well danced, very well danced. Good boys, good boys; bold, and Prittan, bold, and Prittan. A Haull, a haull; come a haull, Au vellhee. Would! well played Ales. You will still pit your selve to these plunses, you mean his Madestees Anagrams of Charles James Stuart. Libya. I'Is not come here to tauke of Brut, from whence the Welse do's take his root; Nor tell long pedigree of Prince Camber, whose lineage would fill aull this Chamber; Nor sing the deeds of old Saint Davy, the ursip of which would fill a Navy. But hark you me now, for a liddell tales s'all make a gread deal to the credit of Wales; But aull this while was never think a word in praise of our Welse drink, Yet for aull that, is a cup of Bragat, all England S'eere, may cast his Cab-at. And what you say to Ale of Webley, toudge him as well, you'll praise him trebly, As well as Metheglin, or Sidar, or Meath, S'all S'ake it your dagger quite out o'the seath. And Oat-cake of Guarthenion, With a goodly Leek, or Onion, To give as sweet a Rellis As ere did Harper, Else. Still, still, &c. Come, his Madestee s'all hear better to your Dance.