human
There's a dandy young man,
gpt
Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not; At Ephesus I am but two hours old, As strange unto your town as to your talk.
human
Well, he be a reg'lar rum cove, I've a notion,
gpt
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water--the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tunes of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description.
human
Come, I'll be blowed but we've had enough of that, so just shut your pan,
gpt
Her gentlewomen, like the Naiades, So many mermaids tend her.
human
Mind what you're arter, or your mouth will tend to your mischief, young fellow.
gpt
From the barge A strange, invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs.
human
Jem, just run him alongside, and break his head with your oar.
gpt
I thinks as how I will, if he don't mend his manners.
human
I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public streets.
gpt
You lie, you liver-faced rascal. I never walked the streets in my life. I'm a lawful married woman. Jem, do you call yourself a man, and stand this here?
human
Well, now, Sal, but he's a nice young man. Now an't he?
gpt
Away, Away, you trifler. Love! I know thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips; We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.
human
I've a notion you will, too, my hearty, interrupted one of the colliers.
gpt
That 'ere long tongue of yours will bring you into disgrace. Bill, give her a jerk towards the wherry, and we'll duck him.
human
My friend,
gpt
Let us exeunt, OP.