human
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gpt
For thi mekenesse, man, quod she,
human
And for thi mylde speche, I shal kenne thee to my cosyn That Clergie is hoten. He hath wedded a wif Withinne thise sixe monthes, 5910 Is sib to seven artz, Scripture is hir name. They two, as I hope, After my techyng, Shullen wissen thee to Do-wel, I dar it undertake.
gpt
And tel me som tokene, quod I,
human
For tyme is that I wende.