human
Hey, lads, and I thowt you two was such friends!
gpt
Let go, Hicky! He struck me.
human
Yes; let me get at him, cried Tom.
gpt
He knocked me down.
human
And I'll do it again a dozen times, panted Dick.
gpt
Let go, Hicky, I tell you!
human
Nay, nay, nay, lads, I wean't let go, and you sha'n't neither of you fight any more. I'm ashamed of you, Mester Dick, with your poor father lying theer 'most dead, and the missus a-nigh wherritted to death wi' trouble.
gpt
But he struck me,
human
And I'll do it again,
gpt
If you do, young Tom Tallington, I'll just pick you up by the scruff and the breeches and pitch you into the mere, to get out as you may; so now then.