human
In Salisbury, Mother, 'tis agreed that six weeks'll see the end on't.
gpt
Captain Davenant be talkin' o' conscription, Alferd.
human
Let him talk. He's a sour man. I put my faith in God Almighty, not in the likes of him.
gpt
Ah-h-h!
human
I say to myself, in all Christian humility, that God Almighty in His wisdom is fair fed up with the Proosians. Such talk as they use, all spitting and choking, is quite enough to sicken ordinary folks. 'Tis the swelled head that this Kayser has. However, wiser men prophesy a rare uplifting move in trade.
gpt
Alferd--don't talk o' that. 'Tis more than I can bear to hear o' folks makin' money out o' the miseries o' others.
human
You ain't got the headache, Mother?
gpt
No.
human
Wouldn't own up to it, if you had. Something's gnawing at you.