human
This is thy sheath; there rest and let me die.
gpt
What fear is this which startles in _our_ ears.
human
Look and thou shalt see.
gpt
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while.
human
Of unimproved mettle hot and full.
gpt
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun.
human
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?