human
So, sirrah, quoth she,
gpt
Madam, I said,
human
I have come like Eurydice, out of Tartarus into the bounteous light of the sun.
gpt
Ods fish! dost think to win me by thy flattery? she said; nevertheless methought she was not ill-pleased. But she went on, in a pitiful shrill voice:
human
What does a proper man here in idlesse, conning soft speeches and inditing silly verses to silly wenches, when my kingdom of Ireland lieth in peril for lack of swords! Go to, rascal; an thou wouldst pleasure me, show thyself a man, and vex me not with lip service and the antics of an ape.