human
Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there.
gpt
The Count, my lover, is brave as brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.
human
Well done! cried Francis,
gpt
and he rose from where he sat:
human
No love, quoth he,