Saundry. Good nightie, Kappen, then I wishee well.
Where artee, Mally? Dusten haw hire me, Mal?
Dusent go away, why jue must think of this,
Before we part, shure we must have a kiss.
She wiped her muzzle from the mundic stuff,
And he rubb’d his, a little stain’d with snuff.
Now then, there, good night Mal, there’s good night;
But, stop a crum.
Mally. Good night.
Kappen. Good night.