human
He'll have naught to do but learn of the Black Man now; they do say he rides his ferule and bunch of twigs high up in the air, like Mistress Hibbins used her broom-stick,
gpt
He best have been switching thee with it, then, cried Jonathan Winthrop.
human
Thou never hast thy share of the whippings--does he, mates?
gpt
Truly thou and I, Jonathan, need not complain that we have not our share of the fun and the twigs,