human
But take out thy browne swerde, And smyte all of my hede, And gyve me woundes dede and wyde, No lyfe on me be lefte.
gpt
I wolde not that, sayd Robyn,
human
Johan, that thou were slawe, For all the golde in mery Englond, Though it lay now on a rawe.
gpt
God forbede, sayd lytell Much, 105
human
That dyed on a tre, That thou sholdest, Lytell Johan, Parte our company.