human
Ah, Will, good Will, cries one,
gpt
human
Naughty truant Willy, cries another,
gpt
human
Nay, cries a third,
gpt
I know he has been otter-hunting all night in the river; see his staff is red with blood. Yon have brought us some skins, good William, hast thou not?
human
Nay, in good sooth, you varlets, said the elder brother, entering the door with the whole fry clinging round him,
gpt
I have neither wild fowl from the marshes, nor otters from the river; for none have I been in search of. I come home empty-handed this afternoon, for which you must forgive me.
human
And where, then, hast thou been, William? said his father, somewhat gravely.
gpt
This idle wandering life of thine will, I fear me, lead to nothing. Master Pouncet Grasp has fairly given me warning that he will have no more to do with thee. He complains that you keep no regular hours; you heed no orders or directions he gives; that you set him at naught, in sooth, and make his other lads more idle than yourself. Nay, he says you spoil his parchments, spill his ink in waste, and that, in truth, he must either be ruined or be rid of thee.