human
Hate be bad for the body. Parson got that notion from me. A man as hates his feller-men, and lies awake nights plottin' and plannin' evil, bain't never a fighter.
gpt
How about they Proosians?
human
I hain't one to misparage the enemy, but from what I hears, and you knows I hears more than most, they Proosians fights wi' wallopin' big guns, not wi' fisteses.
gpt
Who's talking o' fisteses?
human
I be. I reckons as a man past sixty might well stand up to a Proosian not more'n thirty.
gpt
You ain't never thinking of enlisting, Habakkuk?
human
No, no. I couldn't leave 'ee, Jane.
gpt
You takes keer o' yourself for my sake. I knows that. What be you thinking of?
human
You'll know soon enough, old girl. I minds that time when I bruised meself so bad slidin' off a slippery roof bang on to a stone wall. You rubbed in some wonnerful stuff. Any of it left?
gpt
Lard help us! I knew you'd miss your ale. You bain't never thinking o' drinking Helliman's Embrocation?
human
Not yet. Have you the bottle handy?