he more, as because my eldest younge
lady seemes to be joined to them sometimes.

Last week my younge master sed before my fase, My harte's blood boils
over, Capten Singleton, for revenge upon this--and he called your Honner
by a name it is not for such a won as me to say what.--Capten Singleton
whispred my younge master, being I was by. So young master sed, You may
say any thing before Joseph; for, althoff he looks so seelie, he has as
good a harte, and as good a hedd, as any sarvante in the world need to
have. My conscience touched me just then. But why shoulde it? when all I
do is to prevent mischeff; and seeing your Honner has so much patience,
which younge master has not; so am not affeard of telling your Honner
any thing whatsomever.

And furthermore, I have such a desire to desarve your Honner's bounty
to me, as mackes me let nothing pass I can tell you of, to prevent harm:
and too, besides, your Honner's goodness about the Blew Bore; which I
have so good an accounte of!--I am sure I shall be bounden to bless your
Honner the longest day I have to live.

And then the Blew Bore is not all neither: sen', and please your Honner,
the pretty Sowe (God forgive me for gesting in so serus a matter) runs
in my hedd likewise. I believe I shall love her mayhap more than your
Honner would have me; for she begins to be kind and good-humered, and
listens, and plese your Honour, licke as if she was among beans, when I
talke about the Blew Bore, and all that.

Prayey, your Honner, forgive the gesting of a poor plane man. We common
fokes have our joys, and plese your Honner, lick as our betters have;
and if we be sometimes snubbed, we can find our underlings to snub them
agen; and if not, we can get a wife mayhap, and snub her: so are masters
some how or other oursells.

But how I try your Honner's patience!--Sarvants will shew their joyful
hartes, tho' off but in partinens, when encourag'd.

Be plesed from the prems's to let me kno' if as how I can be put upon
any sarvice to sarve your Honner, and to sarve my deerest younge lady;
which God grant! for I begin to be affearde for her, hearing what peple
talck--to be sure your Honner will not do her no harme, as a man may
say. But I kno' your Honner must be good to so wonderous a younge lady.
How can you help it?--But here my conscience smites me, that, but for
some of my stories, which your Honner taute me, my old master, and my
old lady, and the two old 'squires, would not ha