Clod. Why yeow are quite besaid th' road mon, yeow Shoulden a gon dawn th' bonk by Thomas o Georges, and then ee'n at yate, and turn'd dawn th' Lone, and left the Steepo o'th reeght hont.
Bell. Prithee don't tell us what we should have done, but how far is it to Whalley?
Clod. Why marry four mail and a bit.
Doubt. Wee'l give thee an Angel and show us the way thither.
Clod. Marry thats Whaint. I canno see my hont, haw con Ay show yeow to Whalley to neeght.
Bell. Canst thou show us to any house where we may have Shelter and Lodging to night? we are Gentlemen and strangers, and will pay you well for't.
Clod. Ay byr Lady con I, th' best ludging and diet too in aw Lancashire. Yonder at th' hough where yeow seen th' leeghts there.
Doubt. Whose house is that?
Clod. Why what a pox, where han yeow lived? why yeow are Strongers indeed! why, 'tis Sir Yedard Harfourts, he Keeps oppen hawse to all Gentry, yeou'st be welcome to him by day and by neeght he's Lord of aw here abauts.
Bell. My Mistresses Father, Luck if it be thy will, have at my Isabella, Canst thou guide us thither?