human
Three hundred of the fattest harts That run on Dallom lee; That's a princely wager, said the king,
gpt
That needs must I tell thee.
human
Measure no markes for us, most soveraigne liege, Wee'l shoot at sun and moone.
gpt
Ful fifteene score your marke shall be, 85 Ful fifteene score shall stand;
human
I'll lay my bow, said Clifton then,
gpt
I'll cleave the willow wand.
human
Madam, your game is gone.