Originally Posted by trollheart

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!