human
Nay, I pray thee, Good Mistress Anne, said Grasp,
gpt
he muttered to himself,
human
My strength sufficeth not to remove so large a load, said Anne, still laughing,
gpt
I should die ere relieved by so slow a process, said Grasp.
human
Oh, my back, my weary back is cramped with long suffering and weight of apples.
gpt
Then trudge off, and throw them into yonder wood-house, said Anne.
human
I'll never entertain your services if you are thus idle.
gpt
I cannot budge a foot, said Grasp,
human
I am, as it were, rooted in the snow. Heaven help me.
gpt
Stop whilst I give you this small basketfull,
human
Nay, then, I can no longer bear it,
gpt
I am utterly foredone, and must fain succumb, said Grasp;
human
I shall be crushed, altogether crushed and flattened like a shrove-groat shilling, said Master Doubletongue.
gpt
I pray you, fair damsel, to help me down with this burthen. I would fain do my best in your service, but I am not able, I find, to do the work of a younger man.