human
The Prince commands you, Sir John,
gpt
By the Lord Harry, I’m glad to get out of doors—and for Rupert, of all men.
human
Well done, friend! If it had not been a day of truce, I had hoped to come indoors and crack a bottle with you. As matters stand, we hope to slake our thirst at a more convenient time.
gpt
There’s no hindrance, your Highness. Lambert, who besieges us, is doubtless entertaining friends at the Quaker meeting-house in this good town. Why should you not accept the warmer sort of hospitality we Cavaliers affect?
human
Oh, a whim. I can tell you in the open here—No Man’s Ground—what I came to tell you. It would not be fair to hide my news behind closed gates.