human
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain deny What I have spoke--but farewell compliment; Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay, And I will take thee at thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st, Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say Jove laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; Or, if thou think I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light; But trust me gentleman, I'll prove move true Than those who have more cunning to be strange.
gpt
The world hath nothing like this,
human
returned Southampton.
gpt
Said I not the master-mind of this man would produce wondrous matter?
human
Nay, said Sir Courtley Flutter, who was an ancient fop of the first water,
gpt
By 'ur Lady! said Sir Christopher,
human
I would ask no more beatitude in life, during the mighty changes of the world, than what appears in this changing drama, and the stuff of which it is composed. This lower world hath no such bliss. Let me see how went it:--'A hall, a hall,--give way, and foot it, girls!' Oh, 'twas exquisite stuff!