human
I perfectly agree with you, said a person who sat opposite to the tall Alsatian,
gpt
How? cried the other fiercely,
human
Pshaw, said the other,
gpt
I quarrel not with your nurse, neither do I take exception at Peter,--what I say I will maintain with my rapier here or elsewhere. And thus it is: the subject-matter of that play is not new to the world. 'Tis manifestly constructed upon the novel of Italy, written by Luigi da Porto, a Venetian gentleman now deceased--gainsay that who will.
human
We shall assuredly have a riot here, said Grasp, looking up from the copy of a will he was perusing.
gpt
I like it not.
human
Nay, said Doubletongue,
gpt
Was it not then liked?
human
said Doubletongue.
gpt
I only know it liked me not.
human
Methinks, said the Templar,
gpt
Who, said ye? exclaimed Grasp, looking over his glasses, and speaking with great rapidity.
human
Master Shakespeare--methinks I ought to know that name. Comes he from Warwickshire? Is he to be met withal? Canst tell me aught of Master Shakespeare? 'Fore Heaven, I have matter on hand with Master Shakespeare, an' his name be William, and he cometh from Stratford-upon-Avon.
gpt
I pr'ythee settle one thing at a time, my good Grasp, said the London lawyer.
human
Permit me to glance at that testament you was perusing once more.
gpt
Here 'tis, said Grasp.
human
Nay, you shall find that I do hear a brain; whoso trusts to Lawyer Grasp shall be--.
gpt
Ruined, hip and thigh,