human
Well, there’s what they call a postern gate nigh handy, said the trooper, with the burr in his speech that any Wharfedale man would have known.
gpt
D’ye hear the mill-sluice roaring yonder? Though it beats me how she can roar at all, after all this droughty season.
human
It has been a dry time and a dreary for our friends,
gpt
Drear? I believe ye. If I’d known what war and siege meant, the King might have bided at Whitehall for ever—Star Chamber taxes or no— for aught I cared. At first it rained everything, save ale and victuals; and then, for weeks on end, it droughted. There’s no sense in such weather.
human
But the cause, friend—the cause. What is hardship compared with the Parliament’s need?
gpt
Parliament is as Parliament does. For my part, I’ve got three teeth aching, to my knowledge, and other-some beginning to nag. You’re a preacher, by the look o’ ye. Well, spend a week i’ the trenches, and see how it fares with preaching. There’s no lollipops about this cursed siege o’ York.