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Ye shouldst wayten un-tille thou hast y-seen what thei hath donne wyth th'other werdes of Englisshe.

Tis a travestye, for sothe.

I fall upon the floor, face contorted in uncontrollable guffaws!

Speaking as a student of early modern English, with a hefty dose of Middle English... yer killin' me, buddy. Yer killin' me.

Ich thee starve?