So with that he went over to the Waiver and shook him by the shoulder for to wake him, and the Waiver rubbed his eyes as if just wakened, and the king says to him: "God save you," says he.
"God save you kindly," says the Waiver, purtendin' he was quite unknowst who he was spakin to.
"Do you know who I am?" says the king, "that you make so free, good man."
"No indade," says the waiver, "you have the advantage of me."
"To be sure I have," says the king, mighty high; "sure, aint I the king o' Dublin," says he.
The Waiver dropped down on his two knees forninst the king, and says he, "I beg God's pardon and yours for the liberty I tuk, plaze your holiness I hope you'll excuse it."
"No offence," says the king, "get up, good man. And what brings you here," says he.
"I'm in want of work, plaze your rivirence," says the Waiver.
"Well, suppose I give you work?" says the king.
"I'll be proud to sarve you, my lord," says the Waiver.