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AY say, what's thou? Thy friend Bohan. What wot I, or reck I that, whay guide man, I reck no friend, nor ay reck no foe, als e'en to me, get the ganging, and trouble not may wait, or ays gar the recon me nene of they friend by the marry mass sall I. Why angry Scot, I visit thee for love: then what moves thee to wrath? The de'il a whit reck I thy love. For I know too well, that true love took her flight twenty winter sense to heaven, whither till ay can, we'll I wot, ay shall near find love: an thou lov'st me, leave me to myself. But what were those Puppets that hopped and skipped about me year while? My subjects. They subjects, whay art thou a King? I am. The de'il thou art, whay thou look'st not so big as the king of Clubs, nor so sharp as the king of Spades, nor so fain as the king Adaymonds, be the mass ay take thee to be the king of false hearts: therefore I rid thee away, or ayse so curry your Kingdom, that yous be glad to run to save your life. Why stoical Scot, do what thou dar'st to me, hear is my breast strike. Thou wilt not threap me, this whiniard has guard many better men to lope than thou: but how now? Gos says what wilt not out? whay thou which, thou de'il, gads fute may whiniard. Why pull man: but what an twear out how then? This then, thou wert best begone first: for I'll so lop thy limbs, that thousese go with half a knaves carcase to the de'il Draw it out, now strike fool, canst thou not? Bread ay gad, what de'il is in me, whay tell me thou skipjack what art thou? Nay first tell me what thou wast from thy birth, what thou hast passed hitherto, why thou dwellest in a Tomb, & leavest the world? and then I will release thee of these bonds, before not. And not before, then needs must needs sal: I was borne a gentleman of the best blood in all Scotland, except the king, when time brought me to age, and death took my parents, I became a Courtier, where though ay list not praise myself, ay engraved the memory of Boughon on the skin-coat of some of them, and reveled with the proudest. But why living in such reputation, didst thou leave to be a Courtier? Because my pride was vanity, my expense loss, my reward fair words and large promises, & my hopes spilled, for that after many years service, one outran me, and what the de'il should I then do there. No no, flattering knaves that can cog and prate fastest, speed best in the Court. To what life didst thou then betake thee? I then changed the Court for the country, and the wars for a wife: but I found the craft of swains more vile, than the knavery of courtiers: the charge of children more heavy than servants, and wives tongues worse than the wars itself: and therefore I gave over that, & went to the City to dwell, & there I kept a great house with small cheer, but all was near the near.
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AY say, whats thou? Thy friend Bohan▪ What wot I, or reck I that, whay guid man, I reck no friend, nor ay reck no foe, als ene to me, git the ganging, and trouble not may whayet, or ay ga the recon me nene of thay friend by the mary masse sall I. Why angrie Scot, I visit thee for loue: then what mooues thee to wroath? The deele awhit reck I thy loue. For I knowe too well, that true loue tooke her flight twentie winter sence to heauen, whither till ay can, weele I wot, ay sal nere finde loue: an thou lou'st me, leaue me to my selfe. But what were those Puppits that hopt and skipt about me year whayle? My subiects. Thay subiects, whay art thou a King? I am. The deele thou art, whay thou look'st not so big as the king of Clubs, nor so sharpe as the king of Spades, nor so faine as the king Adaymonds, be the masse ay take thee to bee the king of false harts: therfore I rid thee away, or ayse so curry your Kingdome, that yous be glad to runne to saue your life. Why stoycall Scot, do what thou dar'st to me, heare is my brest strike. Thou wilt not threap me, this whiniard has gard many better mē to lope thē thou: but how now? Gos sayds what wilt not out? whay thou wich, thou deele, gads fute may whiniard. Why pull man: but what twear out how then? This then, thou weart best begon first: for aylso lop thy lyms, that thouse go with half a knaues carkasseto the deele Draw it out, now strike foole, canst thou not? Bread ay gad, what deele is in me, whay tell mee thou skipiack what art thou? Nay first tell me what thou wast from thy birth, what thou hast past hitherto, why thou dwellest in a Tombe, & leauest the world? and then I will release thee of these bonds, before not. And not before, then needs must needs sal: I was borne a gentleman of the best bloud in all Scotland, except the king, when time brought me to age, and death tooke my parents, I became a Courtier, where though ay list not praise my selfe, ay engraued the memory of Boughon on the skin-coate of some of them, and reueld with the proudest. But why liuing in such reputation, didst thou leaue to be a Courtier? Because my pride was vanitie, my expence losse, my reward faire words and large promises, & my hopes spilt, for that after many yeares seruice, one outran me, and what the deele should I then do there. No no, flattering knaues that can cog and prate fastest, speede best in the Court. To what life didst thou then betake thee? I then chang'd the Court for the countrey, and the wars for a wife: but I found the craft of swaines more vile, then the knauery of courtiers: the charge of children more heauie then seruants, and wiues tongues worse then the warres it selfe: and therefore I gaue ore that, & went to the Citie to dwell, & there I kept a great house with smal cheer, but all was nere the neere.