The xviij. of June came v c. Almayns out of Flandars into the Englyshe pale, and there taried the kyng's comynge.

Could be wrong but I'm sure T&F and several of the other give-the-controls-a-good-twatting games were actually button bashers rather than joystick wagglers. Bit picky I know.....

All the information that could be got was from a butcher in Paternoster Row, who saw a kennel raker take up such like a ring out of the kennel next morning, who supposed it was a stone ring, and carried it away.

KAS. Ay, I know -- Away, [TO HIS SISTER.] you talk like a foolish mauther.