MA: Who goest there ? Show thyself.
Solomon: It is but me, Solomon of ye olde towne of Londonderry.
MA: Thou art here ? What is thine business ?
Solomon: I beseech thee. Do not reveal my presence.
MA: But I canst help that. I shall speakest the truth. Always.
Solomon: Thou durst refuse me ? Thou hath therefore crossed me, and for this thou shalt die.
MA: This shalt come to naught. Begone. Do not tarry, lest danger doth visit thee. Let that be thine honour
Solomon: I shalt go. But let not this be a victorious thought for thee. Thou shall pay. As your fathers of yore did. Farewell.
MA: Sari than, poyya. Vanthuttaru Salaman Papaya.
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