human
And lustrous, _in_ a word good metals.
gpt
With his cicatrice, an emblem of war,
human
Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.-- I'll see thee to stand up,
gpt
Pardon, my lord.--I pray you all, stand up
human
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary.
gpt
And write to her a love line.
human
Than I dare blame my weakness....
gpt
I dare not task my weakness with any more.
human
Ne blame your honour with so shameful vaunt Of vile revenge,
gpt
With that malignant cause.
human
Leave us to cure this cause. For 'tis a sore upon us.
gpt
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts A modest one, to bear me back again.