human
How came you to love a poor priest!
gpt
I love the Bishop in you,
human
Ah, 'tis a long way from an excommunicated poor priest to a Bishop.
gpt
Nay, she pouted,
human
I shall have a palace.
gpt
Then make me a queen! she cried impudently.
human
Yea, a great lady, a great prelate's lady. I can adorn a palace, think you, then a palace, a palace give me!
gpt
Ay, a palace, a palace. They grow in the fields--pick me one!
human
Laugh not, I mean a real palace of stone. Look not so dazed. Was not the Archdeaconate of Ely offered you? You shall yet have a Bishopric.
gpt
But that was long ago!
human
Humph! 'long ago,' and will not the Church be gladder than ever to take back the poor priest who can hold so many men from the Uprising?
gpt
These fingers will yet hold a Bishop's staff,