Hey, look!

I finally got my stupid computer to work. Witness the formerly too-long segment from Queen Anna's World of Words (1611) pasted below.

The problem. . .MTU value, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
1500 = bad
1492 = good

What the fuck ever, at least I'm back in business, and it only took me, what? A week to figure out? JEEbus.
I wonder if the wonderful people at BellSouth will let me return their new (unecessary) modem, unopened?

*sigh*


Il d'int[óo]rn[oo], that which is about.

Il di s[oo]u[ee]rchi[oo], that which is superflu-
ous.

Il di sù, that which is aboue.

Iliác[oo] d[oo]l[óo]re,[**Out of alphabetical order?] an obstruction or stopping
of the small guts, causing a great paine
or wringing in the belly.

Il d[óo]pp[oo], that which is after.

Il d[óo]pp[oo] più, the double more.

Il d[óo]ue, the place where.

Ilì, the small guts in any beast through
which the foode passeth.

Il fátt[oo] mí[oo][**no comma] my affaires, or my state and
businesse.

Il f[a']tt[oo] stà, the matter is or the case
stands.

Ilí[oo], Ili[óo]ne, Illi[óo]ne, as Il[ee][oo].