human
What's the use o' yer talkin' sae muckle aboot the man Defunct? Canna ye bring him here and let him speak for himsel'?
gpt
The defunct's dead, my lord,
human
Oh, puir man, that alters the case,
gpt
I advised the fules to settle, for I saw that the shirra-officer wad tak' their coates, the lawwers their sarks, an' gif they got to your lordship's haunds ye'd tear the skin aff them.
human
Go away, said he,
gpt
You might at least, replied the mendicant, with an air of arch dignity,
human
she exclaimed,
gpt
Oh! I wish that I was dry! Do you think that I am dry? Do you think that I am dry eneuch noo? Tired by these endless complaints, his jocose colleague, Dr. Henry, the historian, at last replied:
human
Bide a wee, doctor, and ye'se be dry eneuch, gin ye once get into the pu'pit.