Ortho-epia Gallica Eliots fruits for the French: enterlaced vvith a double nevv inuention, vvhich teacheth to speake truely, speedily and volubly the French-tongue. Pend for the practise, pleasure, and profit of all English gentlemen, who will endeuour by their owne paine, studie, and dilligence, to attaine the naturall accent, the true pronounciation, the swift and glib grace of this noble, famous, and courtly language.

The Theefe. Chap. 14.

KIuala? Stand. Sblood! Swoundes!

Yeeld thy purse: quicke, quicke, dispatch, yeeld, alight, or I will shoote this bullet into thy belly.

Where is thy port mantle?

You owe me three hundred fiftie crownes, and shall paie me now.

Heres nothing here? O hart I must kill this villaine.

Wilt thou not confesse where thy crownes are?

Sir, take all that I haue, but spare my life.

What is that thou carriest in thy budget?

Tis my mony, sir, saue my life, and take it hardly, I giue it you.

Thou hast more sowed in thy dubblet,

Hast thou not? Confesse villaine, I will saue thy life.

Fellow giue me the halter out of thy sleeue.

Crie not villaine, for I vvill cut thy throate.

Not a vvord, till vve be gone a great way out of sight.

He is fast bound now.

Come then fellow theefe, lets mount and spurre cut, lets away amaine.

Whether vvill vve go? Into France.

Let vs hie vs to Douer then, for if we be taken, we shalbe hanged. Away.