May it pleaſe your Grace that I ſhall raiſe the ſtreets, To Gard your Maieſtie through Smithfield as you walke.

Nonius the senator hath a purple coat as stiff with jewels as his mind is full of vices; rings on his fingers worth 20,000 sesterces, and[…]an union in his ear worth an hundred pounds' weight of gold […]

He spoke some skimble-skamble stuff and I asked a couple of questions, and then I had to laugh.

And they were all amazed, and were in doubt, saying one to another, What meaneth this?