human
Give you good-morrow, Cropheads,
gpt
And who may you be?
human
A Mecca for the King. Ah, you’ve heard that rally-call before, I fancy. Your own name, sir?
gpt
Elihu Give-the-Praise.
human
Be pleased to be serious. That is a nickname, surely.
gpt
Idolaters and wine-bibbers, all of you, he said, vindictiveness and martyrdom struggling for the mastery.
human
Since I forswore brown ale and kept the narrow track, men know me as Elihu Give-the-Praise.
gpt
Then, as one who relishes brown ale, I ask you what your business is, disturbing a Riding Metcalf when he needs his sleep?
human
Our business is short and sharp—to bid you surrender, or we sack the Castle.
gpt
Your business is like to be long and tedious,
human
Rouse yourself, Meccas! What lads you are for sleeping!