human
Lead on, ye myrmidons of tyranny! I am prepared!
gpt
You are mistaken, senhor, said Luis.
human
I come as an old friend, a fellow-prisoner, to offer such consolation as is in my power.
gpt
Thanks, senhor, for your courtesy, but your name has escaped my memory,
human
Luis d'Almeida.
gpt
What! the murderer of my son?--the destroyer of my daughter's peace?
human
Certainly not the murderer of your son, for he yet lives; and rather would I die a hundred deaths than cause one pang of grief to your fair daughter.
gpt
My son lives, say you? exclaimed the Fidalgo.
human
Bring him hither, then, that I may embrace him before I am led forth to death.
gpt
He lies himself upon a bed of sickness; but I trust, Senhor, to be able to conduct you to him,
human
In mercy then, without delay, let me hasten to my long-lost boy, exclaimed the Fidalgo.
gpt
Is he within these cruel walls--a prisoner like ourselves? --
human
He is, senhor, alas! and this good Friar will arrange an interview, which will require some precaution,
gpt
Pardon me, for the want of courtesy with which I received you, Senhor Conde, said the Fidalgo, as soon as they were left alone.
human
I owe you much for the news you bring me; and my poor boy, does he know I am near him? and what crime has he committed to be confined within these walls?