human
There is ill news abroad, Will, said he;
gpt
For myself I care nothing, said Shakespeare;
human
I met one of Grasp's lads at Kenilworth this morning, said Snare,
gpt
This doth indeed look ugly, said Shakespeare.
human
Sir Thomas hath ever held me in his hate, and undeservedly so. Wherefore he hath this dislike, I partly guess; now he has me on the hip, I doubt not he will do his utmost against me. But I pry'thee come in, Snare, you look pale, and lack refreshment. Our meal is about to be served.
gpt
Nay, but, said Snare,