human
Why, then, the general will have a care that he comes to no harm, said Stubbs,
gpt
In his own conceit, said that sweet and tunable voice, and the lady came into the room, attended as before by her ancient dame of the sour visage.
human
Good morrow, Master Rudd.
gpt
Good morrow, Mistress Sheila,
human
I brook no plots nor complots between you two, said she.
gpt
I bade your servant attend you as a grace, Master Rudd.
human
For which you have my hearty thanks, madam, said I.
gpt
The conversation of your servitor is a child’s babble, and the reading of your books breeds only discontent.
human
You have but to give your word, and you are free to range this castle, sir,
gpt
A bird, quotha! said she, laughing.
human
His feathers are ruffled, and he stints his song.
gpt
He has no mate, madam,