human
Harry and I in youth long since Did doughty deeds, but some nonsense; We read our books, we sang our song, We stole a deer; nor thought it wrong; To cut a purse deserves but hanging, To steal a deer gets merely banging.
gpt
Ha, ha! said the Host.
human
Art thou there, bullies? Why, then, confusion to these Bohemian tartars! and we lads of mettle will still feast at their expense. What we must hedge, we must lurch. An we are borne down by the vile in spirit, we must resort to cozenage,--we must filch,--we must steal,--we must coney catch,--we must cozen the dappled deer from the fern.
gpt
Truly thou art in the right, Host, said Froth;