human
Here we part, gentles, said Barnaby, with his air of humorous pedantry.
gpt
Oxford is for kings and prelates. I know my station, and my thirst for a brew of ale they have four miles over yonder hill.
human
I’ve got that song of Banbury, he said.
gpt
It all came to me when I saw you dandling the gaoler with the blue-bottle nose. Strife and battle always helped the poets of a country, sir, since Homer’s time.
human
There goes a rogue, laughed Michael, listening to the man’s song of Banbury as he went chanting it up the rise.
gpt
Well, I’ve known worse folk, and he untied our hands.