human
Soldier, mountebank, and rhymester too! said Jonah.
gpt
And yet we breathe the same air.
human
I admit it's strange, said my brother-in-law.
gpt
But it was foretold by my predecessor. I think you'll find the prophecy in _Henry the Fifth_. 'And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best, Neighboured by fruit of baser quality.' My game, I think. What?