Beggar Woman: Alms! Alms! For a miserable woman On a miserable chilly morning. Th ank yer, sir. Th ank yer.
Anthony: Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?
Beggar Woman: Th at's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Anthony: And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman: Th at'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 youor any other young Man with mischief on his mind. '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?