(a play) Fourteen yearz now I halb been wading for sweet Halbut to return from the wars (little does she know Halbut Hare returbs suddenly to make an honest womb of her.)

H: 'Aim home Rosebeen, from the war y'know.'

R: 'Did yow git thee butter Halbot?'

H: 'Ai've brort ya a negru Rosebeen from the war y'know.'

R: 'For me my very own for me Halbot?'

H: 'Ai was always thinking on you Razebeem my own.

R: 'Show me this very negru Helbout from the war, this is really living.'

H: 'No.'

R: 'What strange grurth has taken you Halford, am I not your very own?'