human
You were fool to save me! cried she.
gpt
For I, being dead, might now be in happy circumstance and you with your Joan! You were a fool--
human
Howbeit you have your life,
gpt
Life? quoth she.
human
What is life to me but a pain, a grief I shall not fear to lose. Life hath ever brought me so much of evil, so little good, I were well rid of it that I might live again, to find perchance those joys but dim remembered that once were mine in better life than this. And now, if there be aught of food and drink aboard, Resolution, let us eat; then get you to sleep--you will be weary, yes.