The Duke of Monmouth.
Author Details
Surname:Griffin
First Names:Gerald Joseph
Gender:Male
Anonymous:No
Publication Details
Publisher:Richard Bentley, New Burlington Street.
Place:London
Date:1836
Novel Details
Genre:Historical; humour; political; tragedy
Setting:Taunton (Somerset, England)
Period:1651-1780
Plot
Griffin's novel follows the the leaders, soldiers and families caught up in the unsuccessful Monmouth Rebellion of 1685 and its violent aftermath. Aquila Fullarton, the daughter of a Scottish Protestant and a Monmouth sympathiser, is engaged to be married to the royalist Henry Kingsly, from Taunton. Their engagement is broken off when the rebellion breaks out, but Kingsly returns to help Aquila and her brother, Arthur, evade capture following Monmouth's defeat. Arthur is captured by the cynical and cruel royalist Colonel Kirke, who promises Aquila that her brother will be released if she consents to marry him. The wedding ceremony, however, is a hoax and Arthur is executed. Later, it is implied, Aquila joins a nunnery.
In addition to this, the novel narrates the life of Monmouth in the months leading up to the rebellion and, shortly after it, his arrest and execution. Ultimately it offers a sympathetic and revisionist account of the reign of James II, whose political efforts, Griffin suggests, prefigured the repeal of the Test Act and the Acts of Uniformity which had occurred only a few years prior to the publication of The Duke of Monmouth. The novel also features a comic sub-plot involving two Irish brothers who join opposing sides of the rebellion.
Story based around life of the illegitmate son of Charles II, the Duke of Monmouth. Focuses a lot on his various supporters and agents.
In addition to this, the novel narrates the life of Monmouth in the months leading up to the rebellion and, shortly after it, his arrest and execution. Ultimately it offers a sympathetic and revisionist account of the reign of James II, whose political efforts, Griffin suggests, prefigured the repeal of the Test Act and the Acts of Uniformity which had occurred only a few years prior to the publication of The Duke of Monmouth. The novel also features a comic sub-plot involving two Irish brothers who join opposing sides of the rebellion.
Story based around life of the illegitmate son of Charles II, the Duke of Monmouth. Focuses a lot on his various supporters and agents.
Overview of the Dialect
Numerous characters from Taunton, Somersetshire speak throughout the novel. In vol. 1, p. 4, the narrator comments on the '"z's," and "v's," and "ow's," and "ooa's,"' of Somerset which 'were sorely perplexing to the northern ear.' In addition to these orthographical representations of Somerset phonemes, the speech of the local characters also includes grammatical dialect features, such as periphrastic 'do' and 'be' for 'is', 'are' etc., as well as lexical items such as 'trubagully' (a dirty person who perofmrs menial tasks) and 'dudden' (deafen). When the action is relocated to Lyme Regis in Dorsetshire, some local dialect-speakers appear whose speech appears to be identical to the Somerset characters.
Two Irish characters, Morty and Shamus Delaney, play a consistent part throughout. Their speech is often marked by the usual discourse markers ('To be sure' and so on) and phonemes (e.g. 'masther' for 'master' and 'clane' for 'clean'). The author of The Duke of Monmouth, Gerald Griffin, was, it should be added, Irish.
The novel also includes an Englishman who intermittently adopts the outfit and accent of a Jewish person has a minor role in the novel. His mock-Jewish speech includes such stereotypical features as 'sh' for 's', 't' for 'd' and th-stopping.
Unexpectedly nondialectal characters: In volume 2, p.102, Morty Delaney appears to imply that Henry Kingsly has a Taunton (Somerset) accent, but his speech is represented exclusively in Standard English.
Two Irish characters, Morty and Shamus Delaney, play a consistent part throughout. Their speech is often marked by the usual discourse markers ('To be sure' and so on) and phonemes (e.g. 'masther' for 'master' and 'clane' for 'clean'). The author of The Duke of Monmouth, Gerald Griffin, was, it should be added, Irish.
The novel also includes an Englishman who intermittently adopts the outfit and accent of a Jewish person has a minor role in the novel. His mock-Jewish speech includes such stereotypical features as 'sh' for 's', 't' for 'd' and th-stopping.
Unexpectedly nondialectal characters: In volume 2, p.102, Morty Delaney appears to imply that Henry Kingsly has a Taunton (Somerset) accent, but his speech is represented exclusively in Standard English.
Speaker #1:Landlord - Public house landlord
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Landlord
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Peripheral
Dialect Features:Codeswitch, Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
Social Role
Social Role Description:Public house landlord
Social Role Category:Trade or craft
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Taunton (Somerset, England)
Place of Origin Category:Taunton, Somersetshire, South West England, England
Extract #1 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" Thee be'st , I war'nd ," said the landlord, addressing Gasper Fullarton with an inquisitive smile, " tha norad gennelman tha Capt'n be expectin theäze time back?"
Mr. Fullarton answered in the affirmative.
" Zo I thought, maester . Ye'll vind the awld Cap'n at whim shower enough; bit Measter Harry be in Lunnun ."
"Indeed! and does he soon return to Taunton?"
" Aw , eese , a b'lieve . Tha Cap'n can niver bear ta have en long out od iz zight . Here , Hester! why dwon't ye right tha viër vor the gennelman ? Zit ye down, zir . Jimmy, ye meechin trubagully , why dwon't ye goo vooäth un zee ta tha hosses ?"
(Vol. 1,p. 14)Mr. Fullarton answered in the affirmative.
" Zo I thought, maester . Ye'll vind the awld Cap'n at whim shower enough; bit Measter Harry be in Lunnun ."
"Indeed! and does he soon return to Taunton?"
" Aw , eese , a b'lieve . Tha Cap'n can niver bear ta have en long out od iz zight . Here , Hester! why dwon't ye right tha viër vor the gennelman ? Zit ye down, zir . Jimmy, ye meechin trubagully , why dwon't ye goo vooäth un zee ta tha hosses ?"
Extract #2 dialect features: Codeswitch, Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
The inn was presently cleared of all but the landlord, who had stepped into an adjoining room, and the Jewish guest, who still remained in the parlour. The latter seized the opportunity of making his exit unperceived.
" What , host! " he said in a loud whisper; " mine coot sir, hosht !"
The landlord re-entered, surveying the Jew with a suspicious air.
"Can you tell me," said the latter, touching the landlord's arm in a familiar manner with the head of his cane, "where dosh that shentleman live -- that Mishter Fullarton?"
" Um ! -- You needn't ask. That gentleman is no bite , I can tell you; he's a Scotchman, an more than a match vor any Jew out o' Lunnun ."
"I know dat ; but tell, vhere dosh he live?"
"Go ask himself," said the landlord in a surly tone, as he turned away. "I like none of you Jews, I promise thee : I have lost money to your brethren myself, ere now."
" Stay a bit!" cried the stranger, seizing him by the arm; "maybe I could say something in your ear would made you like me betters ."
"I defy thee !" cried the landlord; "I know your tribe too well."
"Maybe you know myself ?"
"Know thee !"
The stranger gazed full in his face for some moments, and then stooping over his shoulder. whispered him in the ear. The words seemed to operate like a charm on the mind of the listener; he started back and gazed on the speaker with the liveliest expression of astonishment and pleasure.
"What! thee !" he said, -- " thee here in Taunton! Bee'st thee not afeard ? Hast thee vorgot so soon the land of Cock-an- Mwile ?"*
" Hisht , hisht ! I have now no time to answer questions. The times are changing fast, and thou shalt see it ere long, I promise thee : in a few days thou shalt know more. And now thou wilt give me the information I sought?"
The landlord complied, and the stranger, after laying the top of his staff against his lips in sign of secrecy, took his departure from the inn.
* Gaol
(Vol. 1,p. 83-84)" What , host! " he said in a loud whisper; " mine coot sir, hosht !"
The landlord re-entered, surveying the Jew with a suspicious air.
"Can you tell me," said the latter, touching the landlord's arm in a familiar manner with the head of his cane, "where dosh that shentleman live -- that Mishter Fullarton?"
" Um ! -- You needn't ask. That gentleman is no bite , I can tell you; he's a Scotchman, an more than a match vor any Jew out o' Lunnun ."
"I know dat ; but tell, vhere dosh he live?"
"Go ask himself," said the landlord in a surly tone, as he turned away. "I like none of you Jews, I promise thee : I have lost money to your brethren myself, ere now."
" Stay a bit!" cried the stranger, seizing him by the arm; "maybe I could say something in your ear would made you like me betters ."
"I defy thee !" cried the landlord; "I know your tribe too well."
"Maybe you know myself ?"
"Know thee !"
The stranger gazed full in his face for some moments, and then stooping over his shoulder. whispered him in the ear. The words seemed to operate like a charm on the mind of the listener; he started back and gazed on the speaker with the liveliest expression of astonishment and pleasure.
"What! thee !" he said, -- " thee here in Taunton! Bee'st thee not afeard ? Hast thee vorgot so soon the land of Cock-an- Mwile ?"*
" Hisht , hisht ! I have now no time to answer questions. The times are changing fast, and thou shalt see it ere long, I promise thee : in a few days thou shalt know more. And now thou wilt give me the information I sought?"
The landlord complied, and the stranger, after laying the top of his staff against his lips in sign of secrecy, took his departure from the inn.
* Gaol
Extract #3 dialect features: Codeswitch, Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" Well ," exclaimed the landlord after he had a little recovered from his surprise, "there be some folks make no more of a halter than if it were a French cambric neckcloth. A change in the times, quoth-a ? It will be a change indeed, when the very bell-wether of all the rantypole Petitioners in Zummerzet can walk the streets o' Taunton at noonday in the sight of the king's dragoons. Well , there are zome folks that are gallas -mad: they hover about it as naatal as if they wor goin a sweetortin . If there bean't a match o' the kind in Taunton avore long, it won't be the fault of a body that I could name."
(Vol. 1,p. 85)Speaker #2:Ephraim - Messenger
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:The stranger
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Minor
Dialect Features:Codeswitch, Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
Social Role
Social Role Description:Messenger
Social Role Category:Unspecified
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:British Isles. Ephraim pretends to be Jewish initially. After his disguise is revealed to the reader, we find out very little regarding his true identity.
Place of Origin Category:England
Extract #1 dialect features: Codeswitch, Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
The inn was presently cleared of all but the landlord, who had stepped into an adjoining room, and the Jewish guest, who still remained in the parlour. The latter seized the opportunity of making his exit unperceived.
" What , host! " he said in a loud whisper; " mine coot sir, hosht !"
The landlord re-entered, surveying the Jew with a suspicious air.
"Can you tell me," said the latter, touching the landlord's arm in a familiar manner with the head of his cane, "where dosh that shentleman live -- that Mishter Fullarton?"
" Um ! -- You needn't ask. That gentleman is no bite , I can tell you; he's a Scotchman, an more than a match vor any Jew out o' Lunnun ."
"I know dat ; but tell, vhere dosh he live?"
"Go ask himself," said the landlord in a surly tone, as he turned away. "I like none of you Jews, I promise thee : I have lost money to your brethren myself, ere now."
" Stay a bit!" cried the stranger, seizing him by the arm; "maybe I could say something in your ear would made you like me betters ."
"I defy thee !" cried the landlord; "I know your tribe too well."
"Maybe you know myself ?"
"Know thee !"
The stranger gazed full in his face for some moments, and then stooping over his shoulder. whispered him in the ear. The words seemed to operate like a charm on the mind of the listener; he started back and gazed on the speaker with the liveliest expression of astonishment and pleasure.
"What! thee !" he said, -- " thee here in Taunton! Bee'st thee not afeard ? Hast thee vorgot so soon the land of Cock-an- Mwile ?"*
" Hisht , hisht ! I have now no time to answer questions. The times are changing fast, and thou shalt see it ere long, I promise thee : in a few days thou shalt know more. And now thou wilt give me the information I sought?"
The landlord complied, and the stranger, after laying the top of his staff against his lips in sign of secrecy, took his departure from the inn.
* Gaol
(Vol. 1,p. 83-84)" What , host! " he said in a loud whisper; " mine coot sir, hosht !"
The landlord re-entered, surveying the Jew with a suspicious air.
"Can you tell me," said the latter, touching the landlord's arm in a familiar manner with the head of his cane, "where dosh that shentleman live -- that Mishter Fullarton?"
" Um ! -- You needn't ask. That gentleman is no bite , I can tell you; he's a Scotchman, an more than a match vor any Jew out o' Lunnun ."
"I know dat ; but tell, vhere dosh he live?"
"Go ask himself," said the landlord in a surly tone, as he turned away. "I like none of you Jews, I promise thee : I have lost money to your brethren myself, ere now."
" Stay a bit!" cried the stranger, seizing him by the arm; "maybe I could say something in your ear would made you like me betters ."
"I defy thee !" cried the landlord; "I know your tribe too well."
"Maybe you know myself ?"
"Know thee !"
The stranger gazed full in his face for some moments, and then stooping over his shoulder. whispered him in the ear. The words seemed to operate like a charm on the mind of the listener; he started back and gazed on the speaker with the liveliest expression of astonishment and pleasure.
"What! thee !" he said, -- " thee here in Taunton! Bee'st thee not afeard ? Hast thee vorgot so soon the land of Cock-an- Mwile ?"*
" Hisht , hisht ! I have now no time to answer questions. The times are changing fast, and thou shalt see it ere long, I promise thee : in a few days thou shalt know more. And now thou wilt give me the information I sought?"
The landlord complied, and the stranger, after laying the top of his staff against his lips in sign of secrecy, took his departure from the inn.
* Gaol
On turning, they observed a strange figure, which had passed the gate and was approaching the cottage. It was that of a Jew, well-favoured and of middle age, and with a beard and hair as black as coal.
" Mine goot ladish ," he said, taking off his hat with great respect, and bowing very low, " ish it Tone Cottage?" Ish Mashter Gaspar Fullarton's?"
Aquila answered in the affirmative.
"Here ish den ," said the stranger, taking a packet from his bosom, " lettersh , mine fair shweet young lady, from Mashter Sidney Fullarton, -- look you , for Mashter Gaspar his broder ."
"Come in -- come in," said Aquila eagerly, "and you shall see my father."
" Nay , I thank you, mine goot young lady, I have not times; but if you have lettersh for Mashter Sidney Fullarton, or persons, let them be at Lyme on the sea-coast at the full of the moon, and he shall find one ready to convey them."
(Vol. 1,p. 110-111)" Mine goot ladish ," he said, taking off his hat with great respect, and bowing very low, " ish it Tone Cottage?" Ish Mashter Gaspar Fullarton's?"
Aquila answered in the affirmative.
"Here ish den ," said the stranger, taking a packet from his bosom, " lettersh , mine fair shweet young lady, from Mashter Sidney Fullarton, -- look you , for Mashter Gaspar his broder ."
"Come in -- come in," said Aquila eagerly, "and you shall see my father."
" Nay , I thank you, mine goot young lady, I have not times; but if you have lettersh for Mashter Sidney Fullarton, or persons, let them be at Lyme on the sea-coast at the full of the moon, and he shall find one ready to convey them."
Speaker #3:Pitman - Beadle
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Pitman
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Peripheral
Dialect Features:Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
Social Role
Social Role Description:Beadle
Social Role Category:Clergy
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Lyme Regis (Dorset, England)
Place of Origin Category:Lyme Regis, Dorsetshire, South West England, England
Extract #1 dialect features: Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" An't pleaze your worship, if tha weather-beaten auld grammer should dudder and belg at us, and call tha town upon us, what are we to do? she do have a desperd strikin tongue o' her awn ."
(Vol. 1,p. 278-279)Extract #2 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" An't pleaze your worship, here's a business!"
" What's the matter, Pitman? Has Bessy Addletop put you to the rout?"
" Naw! naw! the awld slomaking ! there's worse than thic in tha wine. They zay the Duke o' Monmouth is bearing down upon the Cobb for zartin ."
"The Duke of Monmouth!"
" Ay , and two more ships along with him. There! ye may zee them off the coast with your awn eyes."
(Vol. 1,p. 280-281)" What's the matter, Pitman? Has Bessy Addletop put you to the rout?"
" Naw! naw! the awld slomaking ! there's worse than thic in tha wine. They zay the Duke o' Monmouth is bearing down upon the Cobb for zartin ."
"The Duke of Monmouth!"
" Ay , and two more ships along with him. There! ye may zee them off the coast with your awn eyes."
Speaker #4:Shamus Delaney - Soldiers
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Shamus
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Significant
Dialect Features:Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
Social Role
Social Role Description:Soldiers
Social Role Category:Military
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Ballyhahill (Country Limerick, Ireland)
Place of Origin Category:Ballyhahill, Limerick, West Ireland, Ireland
Extract #1 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
By the tight-fitting or nether garment of many hues, the waist-belt or girdle in which were inserted a short skene or knife, and the dark-green barrad-cap, it appeared that they were inhabitants of the neighbouring island. An ash-handled pike which stood near one of them added probability to the conjecture, and the style of their conversation put the case beyond dispute.
" Well , Shamus," said he who seemed the more authoritative of the two, addressing his companion in an under tone; "now that we have our dinner ate an all, what are we to do next?"
"To pay for it, Morty, I'm thinkin ."
" That's aisier said than done. How much have you?"
" Sarrow cross ."
" An it's the same way with meself . We'll be skivered alive before we lave the place. What'll we do at all?"
"How duv I know?"
" That's just the way with you always. You're never any good for thinkin of a ha-p'orth . How well you thought o' comin in an atin it."
"Why not, when I was hungry? What would you have a man to do?"
" I'll tell you what it is, Shamus; this won't thrive with us long; an if there bain't a stop put to it shortly, 'twas betther for us we never left the bog o' Ballyhahill. This may be called seekin our fortune, but I'm sure 'tis very far short of findin it. How in the airthly world are we to manage now!"
" I'll tell you," answered Shamus. "Let us get up an walk out, an maybe they'd take no notice of uz ."
"Never say it again. That's a good thought. Wait till I see the bottom o' this dhrop , an I'll be along with you."
(Vol. 1,p. 62-63)" Well , Shamus," said he who seemed the more authoritative of the two, addressing his companion in an under tone; "now that we have our dinner ate an all, what are we to do next?"
"To pay for it, Morty, I'm thinkin ."
" That's aisier said than done. How much have you?"
" Sarrow cross ."
" An it's the same way with meself . We'll be skivered alive before we lave the place. What'll we do at all?"
"How duv I know?"
" That's just the way with you always. You're never any good for thinkin of a ha-p'orth . How well you thought o' comin in an atin it."
"Why not, when I was hungry? What would you have a man to do?"
" I'll tell you what it is, Shamus; this won't thrive with us long; an if there bain't a stop put to it shortly, 'twas betther for us we never left the bog o' Ballyhahill. This may be called seekin our fortune, but I'm sure 'tis very far short of findin it. How in the airthly world are we to manage now!"
" I'll tell you," answered Shamus. "Let us get up an walk out, an maybe they'd take no notice of uz ."
"Never say it again. That's a good thought. Wait till I see the bottom o' this dhrop , an I'll be along with you."
Extract #2 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
"Come, come, fellow," cried Fletcher, "no nonsense, but give me your news."
"Fellow!" cried Shamus, "it might be Captain Delaney under your belt, at any rate. Why then cock you up with my news! Go look for news yourself if you want 'em ; an if you airn them as hard as I did mine, I'll be bail you won't be in a hurry to part 'em to every geocogh . My news is for my shuparior betthers , an not for likes o' you that's none o' my officers."
"Captain, or colonel, or general, or what you will," said Fletcher, "pray let me hear your news on your own terms."
" Well, why! that's something. Be quiet now, an I'll tell you. In the first place, you see myself an Lieutenant Grierson, ( it's fittin I put myself first, bein captain,) and three o' the Lyme Fencibles, James Littlewit, an Pether Hangfire, an -- "
"Never mind the names, Captain Delaney, never mind the names."
" Well , sure enough , it's all one. But we had only got up a couple o' long miles into the counthry when we hard a report from one o' the neighbours, that the English, -- that's , I mane , sech o' the English as is again us, -- was undher arms a piece farther on."
"In what force, colonel?"
" Oyeh , powers ! They said there was as good as five thousand of 'em ."
"And under whom, General Delaney?"
" I'm neither a curnel nor a general, but a plain captain. 'Tis making game o' me you are, I believe ; an' that's what I don't consider myself bound to stand."
"Well, captain, well?"
" Well , why ! They said the Duke of Albemarle was at the head of 'em ."
(Vol. 1,p. 297-299)"Fellow!" cried Shamus, "it might be Captain Delaney under your belt, at any rate. Why then cock you up with my news! Go look for news yourself if you want 'em ; an if you airn them as hard as I did mine, I'll be bail you won't be in a hurry to part 'em to every geocogh . My news is for my shuparior betthers , an not for likes o' you that's none o' my officers."
"Captain, or colonel, or general, or what you will," said Fletcher, "pray let me hear your news on your own terms."
" Well, why! that's something. Be quiet now, an I'll tell you. In the first place, you see myself an Lieutenant Grierson, ( it's fittin I put myself first, bein captain,) and three o' the Lyme Fencibles, James Littlewit, an Pether Hangfire, an -- "
"Never mind the names, Captain Delaney, never mind the names."
" Well , sure enough , it's all one. But we had only got up a couple o' long miles into the counthry when we hard a report from one o' the neighbours, that the English, -- that's , I mane , sech o' the English as is again us, -- was undher arms a piece farther on."
"In what force, colonel?"
" Oyeh , powers ! They said there was as good as five thousand of 'em ."
"And under whom, General Delaney?"
" I'm neither a curnel nor a general, but a plain captain. 'Tis making game o' me you are, I believe ; an' that's what I don't consider myself bound to stand."
"Well, captain, well?"
" Well , why ! They said the Duke of Albemarle was at the head of 'em ."
Extract #3 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" 'Tis an admiration ," continued the traveller, "that they left the hill itself there. There's no use in talkin' , Shamus, but these English is makin' a hand of us intirely . There's Castle-Connell batthered to bits, an' Castle- Throy knocked to tatthers ; an' not a spot that we remember far or near, that was ever good for anything, but what's in smithereens . I don't know, from Adam, what'll be the end of it."
" Ah , man ," said his companion, "if you were to be frettin' yourself that way about everything conthrairy that happens in the world, you never would have a day's pace or qui'tness . Sure , how can we help it if they're batthered itself ? Sure tisn't we could keep 'em up. "
" Thrue for you. Well , 'tis aisier to knock 'em down than it was to build 'em , that's one thing. During duration, people will be fightin' ; an' them that has the upper-hand, they'll use it, let people say what they will; so there's no use in talkin' nonsense. Well , when they're tired, there's hopes they'll stop. At any rate, I'm not one bit sorry to be quit o' the ould Curnel , an' his regiment also."
"Nor I neither -- you may mark that down likewise. 'Twas a clane riddance." "I never relished his company since that business at Bridgewater. He had no sort o' conscience at all. 'Twas badly done o' you an' me, Shamus, that we didn't find some mains or another o' preventin' that business. But we can all see the harm afther it is too late to mend it."
"Did you ever hear the Curnel spake of it at all?"
"Never, although I watched him close. Oych , the ould thief -- not he! You might as well expect feelin' from a dog that 'ud be afther tearin' you. Still an' all, I used to think sometimes, when I'd see him alone at night, an' when he'd think nobody would be lookin' at him, he'd have the appearance as if he knew what he done. But an hour afther , the misforthinate wretch would be just as if nothin' ever happened out o' the common coorse . What a surprise it'll be to him, whatever time he'll die!"
" Ah , man ," said his companion, "if you were to be frettin' yourself that way about everything conthrairy that happens in the world, you never would have a day's pace or qui'tness . Sure , how can we help it if they're batthered itself ? Sure tisn't we could keep 'em up. "
" Thrue for you. Well , 'tis aisier to knock 'em down than it was to build 'em , that's one thing. During duration, people will be fightin' ; an' them that has the upper-hand, they'll use it, let people say what they will; so there's no use in talkin' nonsense. Well , when they're tired, there's hopes they'll stop. At any rate, I'm not one bit sorry to be quit o' the ould Curnel , an' his regiment also."
"Nor I neither -- you may mark that down likewise. 'Twas a clane riddance." "I never relished his company since that business at Bridgewater. He had no sort o' conscience at all. 'Twas badly done o' you an' me, Shamus, that we didn't find some mains or another o' preventin' that business. But we can all see the harm afther it is too late to mend it."
"Did you ever hear the Curnel spake of it at all?"
"Never, although I watched him close. Oych , the ould thief -- not he! You might as well expect feelin' from a dog that 'ud be afther tearin' you. Still an' all, I used to think sometimes, when I'd see him alone at night, an' when he'd think nobody would be lookin' at him, he'd have the appearance as if he knew what he done. But an hour afther , the misforthinate wretch would be just as if nothin' ever happened out o' the common coorse . What a surprise it'll be to him, whatever time he'll die!"
Speaker #5:Morty Delaney - Soldier
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Morty
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:3rd person
Role:Significant
Dialect Features:Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
Social Role
Social Role Description:Soldier
Social Role Category:Military
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Ballyhahill (County Limerick, Ireland)
Place of Origin Category:Ballyhahill, Limerick, West Ireland, Ireland
Extract #1 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Metalanguage, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
By the tight-fitting or nether garment of many hues, the waist-belt or girdle in which were inserted a short skene or knife, and the dark-green barrad-cap, it appeared that they were inhabitants of the neighbouring island. An ash-handled pike which stood near one of them added probability to the conjecture, and the style of their conversation put the case beyond dispute.
" Well , Shamus," said he who seemed the more authoritative of the two, addressing his companion in an under tone; "now that we have our dinner ate an all, what are we to do next?"
"To pay for it, Morty, I'm thinkin ."
" That's aisier said than done. How much have you?"
" Sarrow cross ."
" An it's the same way with meself . We'll be skivered alive before we lave the place. What'll we do at all?"
"How duv I know?"
" That's just the way with you always. You're never any good for thinkin of a ha-p'orth . How well you thought o' comin in an atin it."
"Why not, when I was hungry? What would you have a man to do?"
" I'll tell you what it is, Shamus; this won't thrive with us long; an if there bain't a stop put to it shortly, 'twas betther for us we never left the bog o' Ballyhahill. This may be called seekin our fortune, but I'm sure 'tis very far short of findin it. How in the airthly world are we to manage now!"
" I'll tell you," answered Shamus. "Let us get up an walk out, an maybe they'd take no notice of uz ."
"Never say it again. That's a good thought. Wait till I see the bottom o' this dhrop , an I'll be along with you."
(Vol. 1,p. 62-63)" Well , Shamus," said he who seemed the more authoritative of the two, addressing his companion in an under tone; "now that we have our dinner ate an all, what are we to do next?"
"To pay for it, Morty, I'm thinkin ."
" That's aisier said than done. How much have you?"
" Sarrow cross ."
" An it's the same way with meself . We'll be skivered alive before we lave the place. What'll we do at all?"
"How duv I know?"
" That's just the way with you always. You're never any good for thinkin of a ha-p'orth . How well you thought o' comin in an atin it."
"Why not, when I was hungry? What would you have a man to do?"
" I'll tell you what it is, Shamus; this won't thrive with us long; an if there bain't a stop put to it shortly, 'twas betther for us we never left the bog o' Ballyhahill. This may be called seekin our fortune, but I'm sure 'tis very far short of findin it. How in the airthly world are we to manage now!"
" I'll tell you," answered Shamus. "Let us get up an walk out, an maybe they'd take no notice of uz ."
"Never say it again. That's a good thought. Wait till I see the bottom o' this dhrop , an I'll be along with you."
Extract #2 dialect features: Discourse Marker, Grammar, Orthographical Contraction, Orthographical Respelling, Vocabulary
" 'Tis an admiration ," continued the traveller, "that they left the hill itself there. There's no use in talkin' , Shamus, but these English is makin' a hand of us intirely . There's Castle-Connell batthered to bits, an' Castle- Throy knocked to tatthers ; an' not a spot that we remember far or near, that was ever good for anything, but what's in smithereens . I don't know, from Adam, what'll be the end of it."
" Ah , man ," said his companion, "if you were to be frettin' yourself that way about everything conthrairy that happens in the world, you never would have a day's pace or qui'tness . Sure , how can we help it if they're batthered itself ? Sure tisn't we could keep 'em up. "
" Thrue for you. Well , 'tis aisier to knock 'em down than it was to build 'em , that's one thing. During duration, people will be fightin' ; an' them that has the upper-hand, they'll use it, let people say what they will; so there's no use in talkin' nonsense. Well , when they're tired, there's hopes they'll stop. At any rate, I'm not one bit sorry to be quit o' the ould Curnel , an' his regiment also."
"Nor I neither -- you may mark that down likewise. 'Twas a clane riddance." "I never relished his company since that business at Bridgewater. He had no sort o' conscience at all. 'Twas badly done o' you an' me, Shamus, that we didn't find some mains or another o' preventin' that business. But we can all see the harm afther it is too late to mend it."
"Did you ever hear the Curnel spake of it at all?"
"Never, although I watched him close. Oych , the ould thief -- not he! You might as well expect feelin' from a dog that 'ud be afther tearin' you. Still an' all, I used to think sometimes, when I'd see him alone at night, an' when he'd think nobody would be lookin' at him, he'd have the appearance as if he knew what he done. But an hour afther , the misforthinate wretch would be just as if nothin' ever happened out o' the common coorse . What a surprise it'll be to him, whatever time he'll die!"
" Ah , man ," said his companion, "if you were to be frettin' yourself that way about everything conthrairy that happens in the world, you never would have a day's pace or qui'tness . Sure , how can we help it if they're batthered itself ? Sure tisn't we could keep 'em up. "
" Thrue for you. Well , 'tis aisier to knock 'em down than it was to build 'em , that's one thing. During duration, people will be fightin' ; an' them that has the upper-hand, they'll use it, let people say what they will; so there's no use in talkin' nonsense. Well , when they're tired, there's hopes they'll stop. At any rate, I'm not one bit sorry to be quit o' the ould Curnel , an' his regiment also."
"Nor I neither -- you may mark that down likewise. 'Twas a clane riddance." "I never relished his company since that business at Bridgewater. He had no sort o' conscience at all. 'Twas badly done o' you an' me, Shamus, that we didn't find some mains or another o' preventin' that business. But we can all see the harm afther it is too late to mend it."
"Did you ever hear the Curnel spake of it at all?"
"Never, although I watched him close. Oych , the ould thief -- not he! You might as well expect feelin' from a dog that 'ud be afther tearin' you. Still an' all, I used to think sometimes, when I'd see him alone at night, an' when he'd think nobody would be lookin' at him, he'd have the appearance as if he knew what he done. But an hour afther , the misforthinate wretch would be just as if nothin' ever happened out o' the common coorse . What a surprise it'll be to him, whatever time he'll die!"