human
Among these papers, said the Secretary, whispering to the King,
gpt
I am weary of them all, cried the King impatiently;
human
Zoolm! Zoolm! (injustice!) cried a knot of men who had collected at one side of the hall, and had risen from their seats.
gpt
Is murder to be done, and pass unchallenged?
human
Peace, O friends! cried Afzool Khan, stretching out his hands to them.
gpt
Is this a time for strife? who can say by whose hands he died? Yet better dead, than for this guilt to be proved before all, by these witnesses--his own hand and seals. O friends, brothers in the faith! there is the throne we have to defend, and we should count it holy martyrdom to die before it. We are ready; will ye be tardy?
human
Deen, Deen! listen to Afzool Khan! Futteh-i-Nubbee! (Victory to the Prophet) the Khan's battle-cry, was shouted with deafening clamour.
gpt
Death to the unbelievers!
human
Silence, friends! cried the Peer, as there was a short cessation of the shouting;
gpt
he continued, rising and raising his voice to a shrill scream, as he stretched out his arms,