"Wutt be up now ?" I says to Bill Blacksmith, as had knowledge of me: "be the King acoomin?
If her be, do 'ee want to shutt 'un ?" '"Thee not knaw!" says Bill Blacksmith, just the zame as I be a tullin of it: "whai, man, us expex Tam Faggus, and zum on us manes to shutt 'un." '"Shutt 'un wi'out a warrant!" says I: "sure 'ee knaws better nor thic, Bill! A man mayn't shutt to another man, wi'out have a warrant, Bill.
Warship zed so, last taime I zeed un, and nothing to the contrairy." '"Haw, haw! Never frout about that," saith Bill, zame as I be tullin you; "us has warrants and warships enow, dree or vour on 'em.

And more nor a dizzen warranties; fro'ut I know to contrairy.

Shutt 'un, us manes; and shutt 'un, us will--" Whai, Miss Annie, good Lord, whuttiver maks 'ee stear so ?' 'Nothing at all, John,' our Annie answered; 'only the horrible ferocity of that miserable blacksmith.' 'That be nayther here nor there,' John continued, with some wrath at his own interruption: 'Blacksmith knawed whutt the Squire had been; and veared to lose his own custom, if Squire tuk to shooin' again.

Shutt any man I would myzell as intervared wi' my trade laike.

"Lucky for thee," said Bill Blacksmith, "as thee bee'st so shart and fat, Jan.