Aye, an' ye 're too kind, M'Lady. Of a truth, all th' good ye may be wont to lay to my credit; 'tis none of me own, but only me standin' aside so's to allow ye an eyeful of Th' A'mighty.
LORD, and 'tis amazing grace, mos' sure, 'thout which we'd 'ave but th' dregs of th' wanton lust of rapscallions an' bloody tyrants.
Well said! Bravo!