human
Glory! Glory! Glory to the immortal Julius! He hath comforted us in our grief, in our great woe! He hath given us verses sweeter than honey, more melodious than the cymbals, more fragrant than the rose, more pure than heaven's azure! Bear him in triumph; surround his inspired head with a soft billow of incense; refresh his brow with the waving of palm branches; lavish at his feet all the spices of Arabia! Glory!
gpt
Inform me, O my fellow-townsman! With what verses hath Julius made you happy?--Alas, I was not on the square when he recited them! Repeat them, if thou canst recall them, I pray thee!
human
Such verses--and not recall them? briskly replied the man interrogated.--
gpt
For whom dost thou take me? Listen--and rejoice, rejoice together with us!