Hear ye hear ye hear ye

[Zerolibido]

Thine cocks shall be dead for years
I shall take your silver coins and use them for our wars, and also for mine own private feasts of hogs heads and caverns of good beer from the autumn harvest

[Zerolibido]

Give me your silver coins and I shall promise there thou shalt hath forty good summers ahead of thee, when fate doth decree you shall be healed. Alchemy taketh time.