human
The King needs good horsemen and free riders to sweep the land clear of Roundheads. He needs gentlemen with the strong arm and the simple heart to fight his battles. The King—God bless him!—needs six-score Metcalfs, on horses as mettled as their riders, to help put out this cursed fire of insurrection.
gpt
Well, as for that, said the Squire, lighting his pipe with a live peat from the hearth,
human
I reckon we’re here for that purpose. I bred my sons for the King, when he was pleased to need them. But I’d rather he could bide—say, for a month—till we get our corn in. Take our six-score men from the land just now, and there’ll be no bread for the house next year, let alone straw for the beasts.