human
We recommend Your Majesty to the protection of God, the Blessed Virgin, and the Saints.
gpt
Words, words, my Lord Bishop, said Charles.
human
Why waste them on a graceless hypocrite?
gpt
I thought only to be courteous,
human
Why should we show King Louis courtesy? asked the duke.
gpt
Is it because we give him our daughter to be the wife of his bandy-shanked, half-witted son? There is small need for courtesy, my Lord Bishop. We could not insult this King Louis, should we try, while he sees an advantage to be gained. Give me the letter, and I will sign it, though I despise your whimpering courtesy, as you call it.
human
Give me a quill, he said, addressing the bishop.
gpt
Did you not bring one, my lord?
human
Your Grace--Your Grace,
gpt
Do you think I am a snivelling scrivener, carrying quill and ink-well in my gown? asked the duke.
human
Go to your parlor and fetch ink and quill,
gpt
A page will fetch the quill and ink, my lord,
human
Go!