human
Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
gpt
I make my changes aim one certain end.
human
Well, sir, but her name and three quarters.
gpt
Belike you thought our love would last too long If it were chain'd together.
human
First she denied you had in him no right.
gpt
You may deny that God was not the cause.
human
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her.
gpt
Here go. The desk! the purse! Sweet, now make haste.