Ye Kynge is diſtreſsed.
Indeed, it ſeemeth as if his deſcent in future tymes hath taken to worſhip (of all thynges!) ſcyence, which is little bettere than magick, and neither explaineth nor expreſseth nothing of worthe.
Therefore, (&, as anye good Kynge woulde do!) We have reſolved to take ye neceſsarye meaſures in order to ſave our future ſubjects (whom We love as dearly as our preſent ſubjects) from becoming clodhopperes due to ye perils of ye future worlde, viz., biologye, Harry Pottere, Cromwell, and other ſuch diſtreſsing names.
For that purpouſe, as you may ſee in ye engravinge, I have raiſed an armye of ferocious Pudel Dogges, who ſhall lay waſte to ye country.
Ah, ye burden of ye Crowne!
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