human
Come on, away; apart upon our knees.
gpt
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart And left this head on.
human
I fast and pray'd for their intelligence.
gpt
Try many, all good, serve truly, _and yet_ never Find such another master.
human
And _he_ will, no doubt, be found.
gpt
I heard no letter from my master since.
human
Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I am wish'd Thou shouldest be coloured thus.