human
They are not coming, lady, said the nurse.
gpt
They are gone to the Kótwal's, and will stay there. That's the news brought by Peer Khan, and a host of them. And there's Bulwunt Rao as good as dead; and he's to be put into the private apartments, and the King's doctor is to be sent for; and I must go and see to a bed for him, and a soft mattress, and pillows and sheets; and then they'll all be spoilt with his blood. His blood, indeed!
human
A blister on thy tongue, O prating woman! cried Lurlee.
gpt
My lord taken to the Kótwal's? _My_ lord! O Zyna! O girl, what is the world come to? Thy father taken to that man of blood, Jehándar Beg; and those cowards, the Paigah, have come here without him? O girl--what is it? speak, hast thou no sense?