human
What mun we do to him? asked the spokesman of the party, in good Wharfedale speech.
gpt
We’ve hammered his head, and ducked him i’ th’ horse-pond, and naught seems to serve. He willun’t say, _Down wi’ all Croppies_.
human
Then he’s the man I’m seeking—a man who does not blow hot and cold in the half-hour. Your name, friend?
gpt
Ezra Wood, and firm for the Parliament.
human
We hold your life at our mercy, said Rupert, with a sharp, questioning glance.
gpt
Tell us the numbers and disposition of Lord Fairfax’s army.
human
As man to stark man, I’ll tell ye nowt. My mother sat on one stool while she nursed me, not on two.