Trudge. Who?
Wows. You.
Trudge. Yes, pretty little Wowski!
Wows. Then I leave all, and follow thee.
Trudge. Oh then turn about, my little tawny tight one!
Don't you like me?
Wows. Iss, you're like the snow!
If you slight one——
Trudge. Never, not for any white one;
You are beautiful as any sloe.