Rapire's brazen efforts to be impressive, while not successful, are amusing. Here's whatone inept translator makes of his polyglot mishmash:

"Company not round Amos. Subsequent pensandum if doctrine commoditas he is upon book how easy , how sacred secret! How defender book kindness ignorantia beggardry without feeling of shame denudamus! THESE are loyal to the king are instructor quae we versed in without a green twig and fennel , without he who was born of the word and cholera , without tattered and money. If you wish to approach , not dormiunt ; if you wish to ask interrogation , not hidden ; not remurmurant if you wish oberres ; cachinnos to be ignorant , if you wish to be ignorant of. But , when Latine to be ignorant , nolle hand meas upon you stain."

Well, you get the idea. Back from his travels to and fro in the world, he finds himself under-amused, and time lies heavy on his sceptered head, and so he boggles his companions in arms with rampant obfuscation.

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