human
After all, he muttered, watching Cromwell ride unsteadily down the moonlit road,
gpt
A soft heart and a big body—they go always fools in company, said his goodwife.
human
I’d not have let him go so easy, I.
gpt
Ay, but ye wod, if I’d been for keeping him. Ye’re like a weather-cock, daft wife. When I point south, thou’st always for veering round to north—or t’other way about, just as it chances.