Angie's and My Loving Subjects

You men of Angie's and my loving subjects. Our trumpet called you to the gentle Palais. For our advantage, therefore hear us first. These flags of France that are advanced here before the eye and prospect of your town have hitherto marched for your endamagement. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, and ready-emmounted are they to spit-port their iron indignation against your walls. But on the side of us your lawful king, though painfully with much expedient march, a broader counter-check before your gates, to save on scratch your city's threatened cheeks. Behold, the French amazed without save a pearl. And now, instead of bullets wrapped in