human
No, Jacob, no; this day you will not carry Caesar and his fortunes, but I have an order for you.
gpt
Thank you; sir; what is the play?
human
The play--pooh! no play; but I hope it will prove a farce, nevertheless, before it's over. We are to have a pic-nic party upon one of those little islands up the river by Kew. All sock and buskin, all theatricals: if the wherries upset, the Hay-market may shut up, for it will be `_exeunt omnes_' with all its best performers. Look you, Jacob, we shall want three wherries, and I leave you to pick out the other two--oars in each, of course. You must be at Whitehall steps exactly at nine o'clock, and I daresay the ladies won't make you wait more than an hour or two, which, for them, is tolerably punctual.