The Count Melanist Slave

I am a master of the world's world. When English measure backwards their own ground in fainter time. Who was he that said King John did fly an hour or two before the stumbling night did part our weary pass? Well keep good quarter and good care tonight. The day shall not be up so soon as I to try the fair advantage of tomorrow. Faint retire. Oh bravely came we off. And wound our tattering colors clearly up. Last in the field and almost lots of it. Where is my prince the no fan? Yeah what news? The Count Melanist slave are again falling off. Ah foul shrewd news. Be shrews are very hot.