human
Why, says he, sheathing his sword, though still with a bright eye on Alan,
gpt
There goes no pockmantie out of this place except with me,
human
Sir!
gpt
James More, says Alan,
human
Be damned, sir, but my money's there!
gpt
I'm vexed about that, too, says Alan, with his funny face,
human
And then with more gravity,
gpt
Be you advised, James More, you leave this house.