human
Diccon, he said to one of the attendants who walked behind him (for Sir Thomas always promenaded the town with half-a-dozen serving men at his back,)
gpt
What is this play we heard my Lord Keeper speaking of?
human
Marry, Sir Thomas, it is a play written, I be informed, by one Sampson Beakspere of this town.
gpt
Ah, said Sir Thomas,
human
Beakspere, said ye? Art sure that is the name?
gpt
One cannot be sure of anything, an it so please ye, in this sink of iniquity, said Diccon,
human
said Sir Thomas, merely glancing at the denuded coat sleeve of his head serving-man.
gpt
Art sure it is not _Shake_speare, Diccon?
human
I cannot tell your honour. Beakspere was the name I understood, but it may probably be Shakespeare. Nay, I should not be surprised even if it was the very fellow who stole your honour's deer and stuck up bills against our park-gates. Nothing is too bad for this town and the people in it. I would we were fairly back in Warwickshire.
gpt
Amongst other things they do in this town, Diccon, he said sharply,