human
Think not of me, senhor, exclaimed the Fidalgo.
gpt
But hasten through that path to the right, and rescue my daughter from the hands of ruffians who have borne her off.
human
Oh my child! my dear child! she cried;
gpt
Fire, you fools! he cried.
human
Never mind if you hit Damiao. It cannot be helped; for we shall be cut down in detail, if we get not rid of yon daring madman. Fire!
gpt
Fire again!