human
You, that have turned off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me.
gpt
Do you _not_ know he promised me marriage?
human
And when the moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven.
gpt
But I will woo thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
human
This man hath [be]witch'd the bosom of my child.