human
Poll!
gpt
Back, Joe! I have your dinner hot in the oven.
human
I must say, Poll, you are the best of good wives, and there isn't a mother like you in the shire. My word! that was a lucky day when I chose you, and didn't take Mary Matters, who was setting her cap at me. See what a slattern she has turned out. Why, I do believe, Poll, if I'd took her she'd have drove me long ago to the public-house.
gpt
The Black Ram is run out, and the key is forged.
human
Where the deuce is the key?