.... in Old English on this thread. No one is allowed to speak modern English...If you have a problem with it, just imagine you're a character in Hamlet. The topic of conversation will start of as Dogs. Starting now......

The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
beef-witted lord!

Beef-witted lord ? Thee amuseth me.
:facepalm: <- at self

Th'art addled, whelp?
An you consider common curs to be meet for discussion shoulds't thou not provide meat for such discourse rather than bare bones?

Doth thee bite thy thumb?

Th'art addled, whelp?
An you consider common curs to be meet for discussion shoulds't thou not provide meat for such discourse rather than bare bones?

He is a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, filthy, lily-liver'd, whore's son, and art nothing but a knave, beggar, coward, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch!

Old English huh?

I dunno man ..... after reading the wiki article, I don't think there's a casual way to do this (if you wanted to do it properly). It looks like one of those things that you would have to seriously study first.


* 450–1100: Old English (Anglo-Saxon) – The language of Beowulf and Alfred the Great.
* 1100–1500: Middle English – The language of Chaucer.
* 1500–1650: Early Modern English (or Renaissance English) – The language of Shakespeare and the King James Bible.
* 1650–present: Modern English (or Present-Day English) – The language as spoken today.


So.....uh......here's Beowulf in the native tongue:


Hwæt. We Gardena in gear-dagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.


:huh:

just imagine you're a character in Hamlet.
Aw shit, dad's dead, uncle's shagging me mum and I'm a bit down.
AND I keep seeing ghosts...
Or:
Hi, my name's Guildenstern. Or am I Rosencrantz? Either way I'm the one that looks like Gary Oldman. Or was it Tim Roth? Never mind, heads I get hanged tails I don't, but that damn coin ALWAYS comes up heads.

Hwæt. We Gardena in gear-dagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.

Yo listen up dudes!
We Danish (and I don't mean bacon, geddit? Hur hur), we're tough with pointy sticks to stab you with, well once upon a time when we were all cool an' proud an' stuff some of us made a name for ourselves, 'mkay?

Here bigynneth the Seconde Nonnes Tale of the lyf of Seinte Cecile

This mayden, bright Cecilie, as hir lyf seith,
Was comen of Romayns, and of noble kynde,
And from hir cradel up fostred in the feith
Of Crist, and bar his gospel in hir mynde.
She nevere cessed, as I writen fynde,
Of hir preyere, and God to love and drede,
Bisekynge hym to kepe hir maydenhede.

And whan this mayden sholde unto a man
Ywedded be, that was ful yong of age,
Which that ycleped was Valerian,
And day was comen of hir mariage,
She, ful devout and humble in hir corage,
Under hir robe of gold, that sat ful faire,
Hadde next hir flessh yclad hir in an haire.

And whil the organs maden melodie,
To God allone in herte thus sang she:
"O Lord, my soule and eek my body gye
Unwemmed, lest that I confounded be."
And, for his love that dyde upon a tree,
Every seconde and thridde day she faste,
Ay biddynge in hir orisons ful faste.

The nyght cam, and to bedde moste she gon
With hir housbonde, as ofte is the manere,
And pryvely to hym she seyde anon,
"O sweete and wel biloved spouse deere,
Ther is a conseil, and ye wolde it heere,
Which that right fayn I wolde unto yow seye,
So that ye swere ye shul me nat biwreye."

Thanks to Geoffrey Chaucer.

Yo listen up dudes!
We Danish (and I don't mean bacon, geddit? Hur hur.), we had pointy sticks to stab you with, well once upon a time when we were all cool an' proud an' stuff a few of us made a name for ourselves, 'mkay?

cancetung út scrallettende

....at least I hope I said that right.
http://www.oldenglishtranslator.co.uk/index.htm

All different towns and counties spoke very differently too back then.