marshaw

Updated: May 26, 2025

Then began the poor Limousin to cry, Haw, gwid maaster! haw, Laord, my halp, and St. Marshaw! haw, I'm worried. Haw, my thropple, the bean of my cragg is bruck! Haw, for gauad's seck lawt my lean, mawster; waw, waw, waw.

François Rabelais - Gargantua and Pantagruel, Illustrated, Book 2