"I have heerd tell as Trojans was cousins an' hail-fellow-well-met all the world over; but the hayleet o' this place es a-gettin' a bit above itsel'." "That's a true word, Bill," interposed Mrs.Dymond from the bar; "an' to say 'Gie us this day our daily bread,' an' then turn up a nose at good saffron cake es flyin' i' the face o' Pruvvidence, an' no less." "I niver knawed good to come o' titled gentry yet," said Bill.
"You doan't say that ?" exclaimed Rekkub, who was an admirer of Bill's Radical views.
"I do, tho'.

Look at King Richard--him i' the play-actin'.

I reckon he was wan o' the hupper ten ef anybody.

An' what does he do?
Why, throttles a pair o' babbies, puts a gen'l'm'n he'd a gridge agen into a cask o' wine--which were the spoliation o' both--murders 'most ivery wan he claps eyes on, an' then when he've a-got the jumps an' sees the sperrits an' blue fire, goes off an' offers to swap hes whole bloomin' kingdom for a hoss--a hoss, mind you, he hadn' seen, let alone not bein' in a state o' mind to jedge hoss-flesh.
What's true o' kings I reckon es true o' Hon'rubbles; they'm all reared up to the same high notions, an' I reckon us'll find et out afore long.

I niver seed no good in makin' Troy fash'nubble mysel'.".