human
Out of your gates with sighs.
gpt
That, if you fail in our request, the blame May hang upon your hardness.
human
Holp to reap the fame Which he did end all his.
gpt
Give me leave to _inn_ the crop (All's Well, i. 3).
human
All was _inned_ at last into the King's barn
gpt
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.
human
Our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as doth the king's.