human
But go to the quaker who lives at the Swan, I know she had one, and if 'tisn't gone, Tell her to lend it to you for my sake, Which I the same for a great favour shall take. So she went to the house of old Yea and Nay, And said to his wife, who was buxom and gay,
gpt
I'm come for to borrow, if that you will lend, A large cuckold's cap: I was sent by a friend.
human
Why, I've no such thing, if thou'dst give me a crown; Besides, I'd not lend it, friend Joan, if I had, For fear it should make my old husband run mad. In town there are many young damsels, perhaps, Who may be ingenious in making these caps, But as for their names, I really can't say, So, therefore, friend Joan, excuse me, I pray.
gpt
I've had no good fortune at all. I find that it is the beginning of sorrow, To trudge up and down among neighbours to borrow. A large cuckold's cap I wanted indeed, A thing of small value, and yet couldn't speed: But, as I'm a woman, believe me, says Joan,
human
Before it be long, I'll have one of my own.