human
Get to Hatfield! I'm undone. The filthy papists've done me in.
gpt
Let me go!
human
Get up, Jesse! You can't sit there so.
gpt
I stink. There's men fail at everything--you don't understand. He whimpered, trying to cover his crotch.
human
I be naked, can't you see? You go on. I'm done.
gpt
Let me go, Ben! Let me go back! Let me go, damn you!
human
God damn it, Jesse, you think we'd abandon you? Get up!
gpt
Plague and fire....
human
Oh, I--I will, Ben. It's the old liquor rising up in me. Ben, I couldn't help that, it was on me to drink. Leave me gather my wits. O Lord Jesus, is it coming day already? I will get up, Ben, don't fret.