human
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion.
gpt
We will untread the steps of damned flight;
human
For if the French be lords of this loud day, He means to recompense,
gpt
And Fortune smile upon the Dolphin's arms.
human
Unkind Remembrance! Thou and endless Night.
gpt
I have a kind soul that would give _you_ thanks.
human
And free from other misbegotten hate.
gpt
Upon remainder of a dear account.
human
Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms.
gpt
Great märshal to Hen_e_ry the Sixth.
human
Stay _them_; the King hath thrown his warder down.
gpt
To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle,
human
The sly slow hours shall not determinate.
gpt
So sholdestow endure and latten _slyde_ The _tyme_ and fonde to be glad and light.
human
How _slow_ the day _slides_ on!
gpt
It boots thee not to be compassionate.