human
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly; They are free men, but I am banished,
gpt
Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend.
human
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay husband, friend.
gpt
Which you _do_ weep for.--Feeling so the loss.
human
Villain and he be many miles asunder! God pardon _him_! I do with all my heart.