human
Here! what's the trouble with Bebe Celeste?
gpt
She has lost two ounces, your Majesty,
human
Two ounces! shouted the kinglet.
gpt
Now, by the toga of Samson--by the way, Nebbie, did Samson wear a toga?
human
He wore several, your Majesty!
gpt
Then, by the several togas of Samson, Bebe Celeste, how dare you come before me two ounces shy?
human
I didn't come; I was brought,
gpt
She was weighed in the balance and found wanting,
human
What was she wanting?
gpt
Two ounces, your Majesty.
human
Bebe, said he,
gpt
Kinglet, woman!
human
Your royal kinglet, I didn't mean to lose a single flutter o' flesh. But my dog Duo got to quarrelling with himself and I got exercised in my mind--
gpt
Oh, the loss is in your mind, is it? interrupted the kinglet.
human
I wouldn't mind the loss if I had not forbidden you to exercise at all, even in your mind.
gpt
I couldn't help it, your fudgesty--
human
Majesty, woman!
gpt
My dog Duo got to quarrelling--
human
Bring us the dog, varlets, churls, and vassals!