- BEGGAR WOMAN: Alms! Alms! For a miserable woman On a miserable chilly morning
[Spoken:] BEGGAR: “Thank yer, sir. Thank yer.” ANTHONY HOPE: “Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?” BEGGAR: “Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.” ANTHONY HOPE: “And the young lady who resides there?”
BEGGAR: “Well, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward. Keeps her snug, he does, all locked up. So don't you go trespassing there or it's a good whipping for you---or any other young man with mischief on his mind.”
- BEGGAR WOMAN: 'Ow would you like a little muff, dear A little jig jig A little bounce around the bush? Wouldn't you like to push me parsley? It looks to me, dear Like you got plenty there to push