ang his whip, an' laugh, an' talk!

JOHN.

An' how his head do wag, avore his steppen lag.
Jist like a pigeon's in a walk!

HER BROTHER.

Heigh! there, then, Joey, ben't we proud

JEAeNE.

He can't hear you among the crowd.

HER BROTHER.

Why, no, the thunder peals do drown the sound o' wheels.
His own pipe is a-pitched too loud.
What, you here too?

RACKETEN JOE.

Yes, Sir, to you.
All o' me that's a-left.

JEAeNE.

A body plump's a goodish lump
Where reaemes ha' such a heft.

JOHN.

Who lost his crown a-racen?

RACKETEN JOE.

Who?
Zome silly chap abacken you.
Well, now, an' how do vo'k treat Jeaene?

JEAeNE.

Why not wi' feaerens.

RACKETEN JOE.

What d'ye meaen,
When I've a-brought ye such a bunch
O' theaese nice ginger-nuts to crunch?
An' here, John, here! you teaeke a vew.

JOHN.

No, keep em all vor Jeaene an' you!

RACKETEN JOE.

Well, Jeaene, an' when d'ye meaen to come
An' call on me, then, up at hwome.
You han't a-come athirt, since I'd my voot a-hurt,
A-slippen vrom the tree I clomb.

JEAeNE.

Well, if so be that you be stout
On voot ageaen, you'll vind me out.

JOHN.

Aye, better chaps woont goo, not many steps vor you,
If you do hawk yourzelf about.

RACKETEN JOE.

Wull John, come too?

JOHN.

No, thanks to you.
Two's company, dree's nwone.

HER BROTHER.

There don't be stung by his mad tongue,
'Tis nothen else but fun.

JEAeNE.

There, what d'ye think o' my new ceaepe?

JOHN.

Why, think that 'tis an ugly sheaepe.

JEAeNE.

Then you should buy me, now theaese feaeir,
A mwore becomen woone to wear.

JOHN.

I buy your ceaepe! No; Joe wull screaepe
Up dibs enough to buy your ceaepe.
As things do look, to meaeke you fine
Is long Joe's business mwore than mine.

JEAeNE.

Lauk, John, the mwore that you do pout
The mwore he'll gl[=e]ne.

JOHN.

A yelpen lout.

EARLY PLA[:Y]MEAeTE.

After many long years had a-run,
The while I wer a-gone vrom the pleaece,
I come back to the vields, where the zun
Ov her childhood did show me her feaece.
There her father, years wolder, did stoop.
An' her brother, wer now a-grow'd staid,
An' the apple tree lower did droop