human
Do not attempt to fire! exclaimed one who appeared to be the leader of the band,
gpt
Wretches! how dare you thus speak to me? demanded the Fidalgo, indignantly.
human
Retire instantly, and allow my people to pass without molestation, or I will order them to fire.
gpt
Hark! to the fidalgo--he is vapouring!
human
If you dare to resist, you shall be the first victim, Senhor Fidalgo! exclaimed he who had first spoken.
gpt
And remember your daughter--her fate be on your own head!
human
Begone, wretches! or dread the anathema of the Church on your souls!
gpt
Hark to the priest--he's preaching! cried one with a broad-brimmed hat drawn over his eyes, laughing.
human
Pooh, pooh, Senhor Padre, we are not afraid of mother Church; so do not waste your breath: we can get a priest to curse you in return, you know.
gpt
Vile miscreants! he exclaimed,
human
Ah! is it so? exclaimed the captain of the banditti.
gpt
Fire on the fools!