human
I'll show you right Nottingham play.
gpt
I'll liquor thy hide, If thou offer'st to touch the string.
human
Thou dost prate like an ass, For were I to bend but my bow, I could send a dart quite thro' thy proud heart, 35 Before thou couldst strike me one blow.
gpt
Thou talk'st like a coward, the stranger reply'd;
human
Well arm'd with a long bow you stand, To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest, Have nought but a staff in my hand.
gpt
The name of a coward, quoth Robin,
human
I scorn, Wherefore my long bow I'll lay by; And now, for thy sake, a staff will I take, The truth of thy manhood to try.