2 Boy. The town of Butterby.
Hut. I’ll smash your heed wi’ the bell—the Queen’s heed in the Bailya—a large collection of—
3 Boy. Pews, pulpits, and organs.
Hut. I’ll rap your canister—of valuable—buiks the property of—
1 Boy. The bishop of Butterby.
Hut. Be quiet, you scamp—of a gentleman from Lunnon—the buiks may be viewed any time between the hours of one and three, by applying to—
2 Boy. Tommy Sly—
Hut. Mr. Thwaites on the premises: the sale to commence at seven o’clock in the evening prizizely.
All. Huih! hooeh! hooeh!
Hut. I’ll smash some o’ your heeds wi’ the bell—I knaw thee, Jack!—mind, an’ I doant tell thee mither noo, thou daft fule!