Joe (who is secretly burning to see the show). Naw. Sin it arl afoor arfen enough. Th' outside's th' best on it, I reckon.
His Wife (disappointed). Saw 'tis, and naw charge for lookin' at 'en neither.
The Proprietor. Ladies and Gentlemen, Re-mem-bar! This is positively the last opportunity of witnessing Denman's Celebrated Menagerie—the largest in the known world! The Lecturer is now describing the animals, after which Mlle. Cravache and Zambango, the famous African Lion-tamers, will go through their daring feats with forest-bred lions, tigers, bears, and hyenas, for the last time in this town. Remembar—the last performance this evening!
Joe (to his Wife). If ye'd like to hev a look at 'em, I wun't say nay to et.
His Wife. I dunno as I care partickler 'bout which way 'tis.
Joe (annoyed). Bide where 'ee be then.
His Wife. Theer's th' child, Joe, to be sure.
Joe. Well we bain't a gooin' in, and so th' child wun't come to no 'arm, and theer's a hend on it!
His Wife. Nay, she'd lay in my arms as quiet as quiet. I wur on'y thinkin', Joe, as it 'ud be somethin' to tell her when she wur a big gell, as her daddy took her to see th' wild beasties afoor iver she could tark—that's arl I wur meanin', Joe. And they'll let 'er goo in free, too.
Joe. Ay, that'll be fine tellin's fur 'er, sure 'nough. Come arn, Missus, we'll tek th' babby in—happen she'll niver git th' chance again.