Men[dozo]. How did you kill him? / Mal[evole]. Slatted his braines out, then ſowſt him in the brinie ſea. / Men. Braind him and drownd him too?

You — you don't mean you've made a bish of it? [said Darbishire]

That Castle was most goodly edifyde, / And plaste for pleasure nigh that forrest syde […]

He was sad the most everything done by tailors these days is so cookie-cutter, like it all came off the assembly line.