human
Arrest, ye fools--stand by! he roared.
gpt
Yon man be the property o' Captain Jo--'tis Joanna's man and whoso harms him swings--
human
Aye, but he've murdered Pompey, ain't 'e?
gpt
Aye, aye--an' so 'e have, for sure!
human
Well an' good--murder's an 'anging matter, ain't it?
gpt
An' so it be, Job--up wi' him--hang him--hang him!
human
Well an' good! cried Job again.
gpt
Safe fuddled wi' rum, surely. Lord, Job, you do be takin' uncommon risks for a hatful o' guineas--