Good heavens! By Jove, I doth believeth i has't hath heard the most fantastical gleek of all timeth! 'twas as humeth 'rous as a nightingale attempting to crow liketh a chiken. Pray tell good sir! For thy maiden committ'd such a debauchery that perhaps yond demonstrates yond the lady lacks of a fath'r. Upon mine own wo'd, what most curious fellow. M'lord may arriveth soon, Thy hope. I doth beg for thy forgiveness, for I couldst competh thy requesteth. Careth joineth me f'r some afternoon tea? I may brigeth by quite quint daught'r lucy with me, if't be true thou mind not I dare say!