human
What store her heart is made of.
gpt
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews.
human
Might I but live to see thee in my touch I'd say I had eyes again.
gpt
I see it feelingly.
human
Sirrah, _thou_ naked fellow!
gpt
It will come _that_ humanity must perforce.
human
With plumed helm thy slayer begins _his_ threats.
gpt
But _she_ being widow, and my Gloster with her.
human
Ay, sir, she took them, read them in my presence.
gpt
Not to a rage; Patience and Sorrow strove.
human
You might have seen Sunshine and rain at once ... her smiles and tears Were like it--a better way.
gpt
Pull off my boots; _pull_ harder, harder; so!
human
Who by the art of known and feeling sorrow.
gpt
Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
human
What! with the case of eyes?
gpt
Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light _one_.
human
Madam _he_ sleeps still.
gpt
Be so good, madam, when we do awake him.
human
Madam, be so good.
gpt
Fourscore and upward [not an hour more or less] and to deal plainly _with you_.