Resp. Come! here be none but thy friends, me believe.
People. Well then, chill be zo bold to peak in, by your leave.
Resp. How happeneth that thou hast so long been me fro?
People. Marry! chill tell you: as soon as ye were ago,
Hither came a zort of courtnals, hard men and zore:
They shaked me up, chwas ne'er zo rattled avore.
They vell all upon me, catch a word that might catch;
Well was him that at me, People, might get a snatch.
Chould have been at home rather than a new groat;
Ich may zedge to you, Is feared pulling out my throat.
They bade me pike me home, and come at you no more.
An ich did, they zware, Is should be corrompt therefore.
Zo this prowt whorecop—what call ye him?
Resp. Insolence!
People. Yea! even this same, he vair popt me to silence.
Resp. And how is it with you now? better than it was?
People. All beginneth now to come gaily well to pass.
We hear of your good vortune that goeth about;
How ye beeth permounted, which maketh all us prout;
And ich am able since to buy a new coat;
And, Is thank God, chave in my purse a zilver groat.
I wis ich could not zo zai these zix years afore;
Whoever caused it, ill thank have they therefore.
Resp. They will be here soon; bide you them here for a train.
People. Mass! but I ninnat; would ye have om squat out on's brain?