An' there's your pin, and there's your ceäpe.
JOHN.
An' there your curls do match, an' there
'S the vittiest maïd in all the feäir.
JEÄNE.
Now look, an' tell us who's a-spied
Vrom Sturminster, or Manston zide.
HER BROTHER.
There's rantèn Joe! How he do stalk,
An' zwang his whip, an' laugh, an' talk!