human
Trenching war channell'd our fields, And bruised our flowrets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces.
gpt
Now, by my halidame, he said,
human
I cannot half fathom thee, William. Truly thou art a riddle to make out. Seeming fit for nothing, and yet good at all things. I would I knew, in good sooth, what to put thee to.
gpt
Nay, he said,
human
I must not be undutiful towards one so good. I will then continue to try and please this godless lawyer till something better turns up. And now I must tell thee I have made a friend of one well known to thee, and who is willing to serve us in requital for some little service he hath received at my hands.
gpt
Of whom dost thou speak, William?
human
Of Sir Hugh Clopton,
gpt
Nay, and thou hast made friends of Sir Hugh and his family, said John Shakespeare,
human
Truly, father, said William,
gpt
I confess myself but a tattered prodigal, only fitted to eat draff and husks. Nevertheless, an thou wilt but admit me, I would fain join these hungry varlets at their evening meal, and beg a blessing of my honoured mother, whose sweet face I have scarce looked at these two days past.
human
Well, come thy ways in, thou scoffer, said John Shakespeare, good-naturedly.
gpt
I defy the evil one to be angry with such a madcap as thou art.