A vagabond, exhausted and famished, came to an English roadside inn called George and Dragon. He knocked. A
woman stuck her head out the window.
"could ye spare some victuals?" He asked.
The woman glanced at his dirty clothing.
"No," she shouted. "Go away!"
"could I have a pint of ale, then!"
"Be gone!" She shouted.
"Could I at least use your privy?" the man pleaded.
"No!" She shouted again.
"Might I please _________" "What now?" the woman screeched.
"D'ye suppose," he asked, "that I might have a word with George?"