human
Hold! cried she.
gpt
He sweateth, he panteth purple o' the gills! And wherefore, to what end?
human
To win free of two things do weary me.
gpt
Ah--ah? And these?
human
This island and yourself.
gpt
So! Do I then weary you, good Master Innocence?
human
Mightily!
gpt
Ah--bah! 'Tis because you be fool and no man!
human
Mayhap, said I, taking up my hammer,
gpt
Ah! sighed she softly.
human
I have had men hanged for saying less!
gpt
So would I be quit of you as soon as may be,
human
So you would mend the boat, _amigo mio_, and sail away from the island and me--yes?
gpt
God knoweth it!
human
Mayhap He doth, but what o' me? Think ye I shall suffer you to leave me here alone and destitute, fool?
gpt
The which is to be seen!