human
Show my Lord Monteagle this way.
gpt
My Lord, said he,
human
I entreat your Lordship's pardon for my late coming, and knowing your weighty causes, will be as brief as I may. A letter has been sent me which, in truth, to my apprehension is but the prating of some fool; yet seeing that things are not alway what they seem, and that there may be more in it than appeareth, I crave your Lordship's leave to lay it before you, that your better judgment may pronounce thereupon. Truly, I am not able to understand it myself.