Lord Shelley, Mrs Miggins and others in “Unfinished Business”

O lovelorn ecstasy that i,s Mrs. Miggins, wilt thou bring me but one cup of the browned juicings of that naughty bean we call coffee, 'ere I die?

Mrs Miggins

Oh, you do have a way with words about you, Mr. Shelley!

To hell with this fine talk! Coffee, woman! My consumption grows ever more acute, and Coleridge's drugs are wearing off!

Mrs Miggins

Oh, Mr. Byron, don't be such a big girl's blouse!