human
There's a sweet place, said Tinfoil, pointing to a villa on the Thames;
gpt
Now, with the fair Titania and ten thousand a-year, one could there live happy.
human
I'm afraid the fair Titania must go to market without the latter encumbrance, replied the lady;
gpt
The gentleman must find the ten thousand a-year, and I must bring as my dowry--
human
Let the lads of the East love the maids of _Cash-meer_, Nor affection with interests clash; Far other idolatry pleases us here, We adore but the maids of _Mere Cash_.
gpt
Excellent, good Puck! Have you any more?
human
Not of my own, but you have heard what Winterbottom wrote under the bust of Shakespeare last Jubilee?
gpt
I knew not that Apollo had ever visited him.
human
In _this here_ place the bones of Shakespeare lie, But _that ere_ form of his shall never die; A _speedy end and soon_ this world may have, But Shakespeare's name shall _bloom_ beyond the grave.
gpt
I'll trouble you, Mr Tinfoil, not to be so very witty at my expense, growled out Winterbottom.
human
I never wrote a line of poetry in my life.
gpt
No one said you did, Winterbottom; but you won't deny that you wrote those lines.
human
Jenkins, said he to the man christened Caliban,
gpt
No, sir, I brought it myself. It's on the top of the little hamper.
human
Well, said Tom to me, wiping the perspiration from his brow with his handkerchief,
gpt
I wouldn't have missed this for anything. I only wish father had been here. I hope that young lady will sing again before we part.
human
I think it very likely, and that the fun is only begun, replied I.
gpt
But come, let's lend a hand to get the prog out of the boat.
human
Pat! pat! and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage,