No, thanks to you.
Two's company, dree's nwone.
HER BROTHER.
There don't be stung by his mad tongue,
'Tis nothèn else but fun.
JEÄNE.
There, what d'ye think o' my new ceäpe?
JOHN.
Why, think that 'tis an ugly sheäpe.
No, thanks to you.
Two's company, dree's nwone.
There don't be stung by his mad tongue,
'Tis nothèn else but fun.
There, what d'ye think o' my new ceäpe?
Why, think that 'tis an ugly sheäpe.