human
Lord forgie us, sir! said the poor fellow, his teeth chattering like a pair of nut-crackers, his hair erect like boar's bristles, and his face as pale as that of a corpse--
gpt
Lord forgie us, sir! we maun instantly gang before the Council!--O Lord, what made them send for a puir bodie like me, sae mony braw lords and gentles!--and there's my mither come on the lang tramp frae Glasgow to see to gar me testify, as she ca's it, that is to say, confess and be hanged; but deil tak me if they mak sic a guse o' Cuddie, if I can do better. But here's Claverhouse himsell--the Lord preserve and forgie us, I say anes mair!
human
You must immediately attend the Council Mr Morton, said Claverhouse, who entered while Cuddie spoke,
gpt
I must apprise you, said the latter, as he led the way down stairs,
human
Deil a fear o' me, said he,
gpt
O, hinny, hinny! said she to Cuddie, hanging upon his neck,
human
Whisht, whisht, mither! cried Cuddie impatiently.
gpt
Odd, ye daft wife, is this a time to speak o' thae things? I tell ye I'll testify naething either ae gate or another. I hae spoken to Mr Poundtext, and I'll tak the declaration, or whate'er they ca'it, and we're a' to win free off if we do that--he's gotten life for himsell and a' his folk, and that's a minister for my siller; I like nane o' your sermons that end in a psalm at the Grassmarket.
human
O, Cuddie, man, laith wad I be they suld hurt ye, said old Mause, divided grievously between the safety of her son's soul and that of his body;
gpt
Hout tout, mither, replied Cuddie,
human
I hae fought e'en ower muckle already, and, to speak plain, I'm wearied o'the trade. I hae swaggered wi' a' thae arms, and muskets, and pistols, buffcoats, and bandoliers, lang eneugh, and I like the pleughpaidle a hantle better. I ken naething suld gar a man fight, (that's to say, when he's no angry,) by and out-taken the dread o'being hanged or killed if he turns back.
gpt
But, my dear Cuddie, continued the persevering Mause,
human
Awa, awa, mither, replied. Cuddie;