human
Dear ladies, said the king,
gpt
We ask nothing but the privilege of leaving the country you rule.
human
And you, Lady Isabel?
gpt
I go with my sister and my mother.
human
MY FAIR ANTAGONIST, I BID YOU GOOD-NIGHT.
gpt
I grieve at your decision, ladies, and for the first time in my life envy England in getting an advantage over poor old Scotland, which I hope will not be irreparable, for I trust you will return. But if such be your determination, then go in peace, and in the daylight. Your journey shall not be molested by me. But, before you add finality to your intentions, I think it would be but fair to inform your lady mother that the king is anxious to be of service to her, and perhaps she may be content to accept what her daughters are apparently too proud to receive.
human
My fair antagonist, I bid you good-night.