human
Make us strange stuff ...
gpt
Just as you left them. All _are_ prisoners, sir.
human
A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, _that_, Now useless, boil within thy skull.
gpt
My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou followest.
human
That _sir_ that serves and seeks for gain.
gpt
A lady to the worthiest _sir_ that ever Country call'd his.