People. Marry, mustress, madame, my lady! how do you?
Resp. Even so so, People! I thank you with all my heart:
And I hope for better.
People. Then let poor volk ha zome part;
Vor we ignoram people, whom itch do perzent,
Wer ne'er zo i-polld, zo wrong, and zo i-torment.
Lord Jhese Christ, when he was i-pounst and i-pilate,
Was ner zo i-trounst, as we have been of years late.
Adul. How so? who hath wrought to you such extremity?
People. Nay! to tell how zo passeth our captivity.
Resp. It passeth any man's imagination.
People. You zai zouth; it passeth any man's madge mason;
Vor we think ye love us well as e'er ye did.
Resp. My love towards you, my people, cannot be hid.
People. And we think ye would we zelie poor volk did well.
Resp. And better than e'er ye did; if how, I could tell.