human
Whate'er we do, we all are doing this-- Reaping the harvest of our yesterdays, Sowing for our to-morrows.
gpt
Give you good even, my Lord Chamberlain! Lancaster and Derby! do but look on him! Blue feather in his hat--lace ruff and ruffles--doublet of white satin with gold aglets--trunk hose o' blue velvet, paned with silver taffeta--garters of blue and white silk-- and I vow, a pair o' white silken hose, and shoes o' Spanish leather. Pray you, my Lord, is your allowance from the King's Majesty five hundred pounds or a thousand by the year?
human
Now, Aunt, you know, said Aubrey, laughing.
gpt
That thou art a spendthrift? answered she.
human
Ay, I do: and if thou run not into debt this side o' Christmas, my name is not Temperance Murthwaite.
gpt
I'm not in debt a penny,
human
Then somebody must have given thee thy pantofles, replied she.
gpt
Be they a cast-off pair of his Majesty's, or did my Lord Oxford so much alms to thee?
human
They cost not so much as you reckon,
gpt
Four yards of velvet, calculated Aunt Temperance--
human
They are lined with perpetuana, Aunt,
gpt
Perpetuana--_lining_? Thou reckless knave! Three-and-fourpence the yard at the least--well, we'll say ten shillings--five pounds four and six: and the lace, at four shillings by the ounce, and there'll be two ounces there, good: five pounds twelve shillings and sixpence, as I'm a living woman! 'Tis sinful waste, lad: that's what it is. Your father never wore such Babylonian raiment, nor your grandfather neither, and there was ten times the wisdom and manliness in either of them that there'll ever be in you, except you mean to turn your coat ere you are a month elder.