What’s that? 1
By the brother Boot it stinks fresh.
Give it to Gillot.
Galileo how are you 5
and his consecutive thirds!
The vile old Copernican lead-swinging son of a sutler!
We’re moving he said we’re off—Porca Madonna!
the way a boatswain would be, or a sack-of-potatoey charging Pretender.
That’s not moving, that’s moving. 10