human
With change of many manner meats, With song and solos sitting long, And after meat with harpe and song And each man mote him lords call.
gpt
My son, he said,
human
I have heard. Would to God it were otherwise, but I hear that thou hast seen a light and must follow it.
gpt
Father, I have chosen the difficult way. Help me that my feet do not falter.
human
After the Mass in the Cathedral, I lay a long while before the altar in prayer. I knew not whither to turn. All that you had said to me with such powerful eloquence I argued over again and again. All that had drawn me to the work of my master John Wyclif also passed again and again through my mind. I do not know how long I lay there on the cold stones, I know only that when I went out into the open, the tops of the pines were draining the last dregs of the red sun.
gpt
I preached a goodly sermon, did I not so?
human
Never before did I listen to one more timely, nor one that stirred me more profoundly.
gpt
Yea, I felt that. See, I hide naught from you. Yet, Father, I did not feel glad that it was given me to help others that heard me, rather was I puffed up with pride that _I_ could so speak, that _I_ could so touch and sway others. There stirred within me all the forces of Pride, and Love of Power for its own sake, which are the favorite minions of Satan.
human
Ah! my son, my son!