human
May it please your honour, _the_ lord Lucius.
gpt
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver-_harness_.
human
Thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
gpt
And now I remember _me_, my lord, you gave.
human
I doubt _me_ whether their legs be worth the sums.
gpt
It cannot hold; no reason Can sound his state in safety.
human
Plays in the right hand thus;--but tell him _that_.
gpt
Ay go, sir.--Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in. Come....