human
Ah, bah--back to your labour, slave!
gpt
Have done, woman! I cried.
human
Have done, or by the living God, you will goad me into slaying you yet--
gpt
Tush! said she,
human
I am used to outfacing men, but you--ha, you should be fed on pap and suckets, you that are no man! 'Tis small wonder you lost your Joan--Damaris; 'tis no wonder she fled away and left you--