An Englishman’s way of speaking absolutely classifies him, The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him.
Henry Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter, Condemned by every syllable she ever uttered. By law she should be taken out and hung, For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue. Eliza Aaoooww! Henry imitating her Aaoooww! Heaven’s! What a noise! This is what the British population, Calls an elementary education. Pickering Oh, Counsel, I think you picked a poor example. Henry Did I? Hear them down in Soho square, Dropping “h’s” everywhere. Speaking English anyway they like. You sir, did you go to school? Man Wadaya tike me for, a fool? Henry No one taught him ‘take’ instead of ‘tike! Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak? This verbal class distinction, by now, Should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do, Why, you might be selling flowers, too! Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse, Hear a Cornishman converse, I’d rather hear a choir singing flat. Chickens cackling in a barn Just like this one! Eliza Garn! Henry I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that? It’s “Aoooow” and “Garn” that keep her in her place. Not her wretched clothes and dirty face. Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak? This verbal class distinction by now should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do, Why, you might be selling flowers, too. An Englishman’s way of speaking absolutely classifies him, The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him.