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Originally Posted by Mr. Charlie
Don't know much slang. I'd speak in the English of Charles Dickens and that era if I was intelligent enough to. But I'm not. They were so economic and efficient with their langauge back then. Or Shakespearean times even, when language was pure poetry.
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Prithee, good sirrah, couldst thou perchance direct me to the nearest hostelry, where one might slake one's thirst in a good foaming tankard of best brown ale? 'tis most exceedingly inclement today, the sun doth beateth down 'pon my poor back like to bold Hyperion himself, and I am fain to swoon ere long, marry, should I not taketh off this onerous burden from oft these weary bones of mine.
Translation: Where's the nearest pub, squire? It's
fuckin' hot and I need to get off me feet!
