human
Aha, and are ye there, camarado! said he.
gpt
Tell me, Resolution, when shall we sight Nombre de Dios?
human
Why look now, if this wind holdeth fair, we should fetch up wi' it in some five days or thereabouts.
gpt
Don Federigo is governor of the town, I think?
human
Verily and so he is. And what then?
gpt
Where lieth he now?
human
Safe, friend, and secure. You may lay to that, brother!
gpt
Could you but get me speech with him--
human
Not by no manner o' means whatsoever, _amigo_! And the reason why? It being agin her orders.
gpt
Is he well?
human
Well-ish, brother--fairly bobbish, all things considered, mate--though not such a hell-fire, roaring lad o' mettle as yourself, comrade. David slew Goliath o' Gath wi' a pebble and you broke Black Pompey's back wi' your naked hands! Here's a thing as liketh me mighty well! Wherefore I grieve to find ye such an everlasting fool, brother.
gpt
How so, Resolution?
human
When eyes look sweetness--why scowl? When lips woo kisses--wherefore take a blow instead? When comfort and all manner o' delights be offered--why choose misery forrard and the bloody rogues o' her fo'castle? For 'tis there as you be going, mate--aye, verily!