human
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, she says,
gpt
God keep your ladyship still in that mind, retorts Benedick,
human
Scratching could not make it worse, an' 'twere such a face as yours were.
gpt
Well, niece, says the uncle Leonato by and by,
human
I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
gpt
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a piece of valiant dust, to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none; Adam's sons are my brethren, and truly I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
human
He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man I am not for him.
gpt
Will you have me, lady?
human
No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days; your grace is too costly to wear every day.
gpt
But I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.
human
Out of question you were born in a merry hour!
gpt
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but, then, there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
human
By my troth! exclaims the Prince, wholly charmed,