human
Thou art early abroad, Nick, quoth one of the guards, as he made ready to throw open the heavy door.
gpt
There's naught but arrows in thy wain, I take it?
human
What meanest thou?
gpt
Why, hast heard naught of the slaying of Master Scarsdale, that tall youth belonging to the Bishop's household? Surely thou hast him in mind?
human
Ay, I knew him; is he dead?
gpt
Where hath been thine eyes and thine ears since yesternoon?
human
I have but small time for gossip, Tom, above all towards the end of the week, when my stock hath to be renewed. But I'll hear the story anon, for time is precious.
gpt
Hold! cried a hoarse voice.
human
Tom, thou arrant rascal, wouldst let the cart through unsearched What were thine orders from the captain of the gate?