Do Not Misjudge My Movements My Leige


it was most wrongly taken; invested -

and was in fact out-right stolen: quick-gone!

so thieved that yet again I must worry

that mater, mater, the pewter'd baker,

will illuminate falsities of me,

casting troubled waters for the junkets.


O do not misjudge my movements My Liege,

I lie not: I only represent truth.