human
So they wait our pleasure, do they? said Newcastle irascibly.
gpt
Go tell them that when my gentlemen of York go out to meet the Puritans, it will be beyond the city gates. Tell them that spies and informers must conform to their livery, and come to us, not we to them. If they dispute the point—why, knock their skulls together and pitch them into Castle Weir.
human
They are big, and there are two of them, my lord.
gpt
Soften the message, then, but bring them in.