Speak in Ye Olde Englsih

thou shalt not speaketh out of turn

thou shalt kisseth THY arse!

Que?
(im ye olden peasant who heareths the tongue of my french dame)

my fair lady, thou speaketh liketh a wench!!

oh no i dont-th

Tis no matter to jest about, Thee Vee! Thou speakth with an ill-tongue! Thou shall be repremanded! Thou must recite a sonnet to young Abbita.

wench thouself thee poxycock!

Come hither to thy castle

not thee, vampy, hark! we shalt be scotts wenches!!

Thee are all all ye crazy!

We must appoint a ruler of sucha lovely estate.

there once was a lady so wholesome and fair she was named abbita and she had.. browneth hair? 😖

thou shalt stay away from thy scott.

scott is thy and thy only 😠

i will not lend thy scott to anyone...

even thy sister.

why thanketh thee mine Vee, thou shalt be forgiven in the eyes of god

thee is not crazy thee sujests that thou is crazy and shoulduth be takenuth to the castle dungen

ar ye olde dungeon 😱

Dost thou speaketh to me in such a fashion, Pix? This act of treason shant go unnoticed! 😠

thou shalt... uhm.... shalt.. argh

i'm outta words.

why musteth all ye good townspeople accuse each another of such heineous crimes against good.. why canst we not live in peace ?

I must concur with such an act of civil prosperity. I, being appointed myself King of Ye Olde Land, hereby proclaim that THEE VEE shall henceforthe be my ROYAL VISIOR!