human
For a clergyman was first my bane, Which makes me hate them all; But if you will be so kind to me, 115 Love them again I shall.
gpt
I am the king, thy sovereign king, That appears before you all:
human
Stand up again, then said the king, 125
gpt
I'll thee thy pardon give; Stand up, my friend; who can contend, When I give leave to live?