human
We've got you Ratisbon!
gpt
Well, cried he,
human
Emperor by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The Marshal's in the market place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!
gpt
You're wounded!
human
Nay, the soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said:
gpt
I'm killed, Sire!