Ey'n triet him at aw three gams, so ey con speak.

For't most part he'n a big, black bandyhewit wi' him, and, by th' Mess, ey canna help thinkin he meys free sumtoimes wi' yor lortship's bucks." "Ha! this must be looked to," cried the abbot.

"You say you know not whence he comes?
'Tis strange." "T' missmannert carl'll boide naw questionin', odd rottle him!" replied Ashbead.

"He awnsurs wi' a gibe, or a thwack o' his staff.

Whon ey last seet him, he threatened t' raddle me booans weel, boh ey sooan lowert him a peg." "We will find a way of making him speak," said the abbot.
"He can speak, and right well if he pleases," remarked Father Eastgate; "for though ordinarily silent and sullen enough, yet when he doth talk it is not like one of the hinds with whom he consorts, but in good set phrase; and his bearing is as bold as that of one who hath seen service in the field." "My curiosity is aroused," said the abbot.