From Morgenposten, Denmark, 1850:

Cholera: Do you, my lord, allow me to go in to Mr. Sørensen?
Quarantine Board: Who is it?
Cholera: A poor farmer from Skåne.
Quarantine Board: Nah, get lost! Then he’ll be at pains and wait for at least eight days out here?

Cholera: Do you allow me to go in to Mr. Sørensen.
Quarantine Board: Who do I have the honor to…?
Cholera: I’m Baron…
Quarantine Board: Ah, if you please, my Lord! Please step inside.

(I can’t make out the main title, though the last word might imply “undoing.”)
Mr Cholera (in travel clothes): Good day, Mr Public Health Authority!
Mr Public Health Authority: Snore!
Mr Cholera: But, man! The clock is ticking, it is high time to get up; I have already eaten lunch with the Citizens’ Representatives; hey there! up!
Mr Public Health Authority: Snore!
Mr Cholera: Oh, then snore till doomsday! Whoever the hell has to stand it longer and shake the late riser. Auf Wiedersehen, Mr Colleague!
Mr Public Health Authority: Snore!
(Corsaren, Copenhagen, 1848) (Definitely needs improvement.)

You are sharp, but that irritates my scalp.
(Corsaren, Copenhagen, 1847)

Ditto for Copenhagen
Hey! Hey! That I like, my Lords! Free passage? I’m really going to have fun.