Cabman (in dress coat, with straw-band to his hat). Wot'll you take for the babbies, Marm?
Waterman (in clogs and maudlin). Ax Muster Fitzroy to step up, some on yer, and look at this 'ere.
Chorus of Cabmen (with prolonged howl of execration). Y—a—a—h!
Satirical Cabman (to Aristocratic Old Gentleman, who has just ascended a small, but highly unctuous butcher's cart, in a state of concentrated bitterness). Heasy over the stones with that 'ere cat's-meat, Butcher.
Aristocratic Old Gentleman (starting up in the cart). What's that you say, you blackguard?
Chorus of Cabmen. Cat's-meat—cat's-meat!
[The Aristocratic Old Gentleman retires from the unequal contest, and allows his pride to fall with his fortunes.
Driver of Butcher's Cart. Where to, Sir?
Aristocratic Old Gentleman. 115, Eaton Square. No—stop at 110.
Satiric Cabman. Mind you ring the hairy bell, old feller—Cat's-meat!