human
When I think that I was there a moment before!
gpt
It is well they gave the trowel to you instead of me,
human
Don Pascal!
gpt
Seþores, the Seþor Ibarra lives, while I, if I had not been crushed, should have died of fright.
human
Let the fõte continue, Seþor Ibarra, said the alcalde, as he came back.
gpt
Thank God, the dead is neither priest nor Spaniard! You ought to celebrate your escape! What if the stone had fallen on you!
human
He had presentiments! cried the notary.
gpt
He did not want to go down, that was plain to be seen!
human
It's only an Indian!
gpt
Let the fõte go on! Give us music! Mourning won't raise the dead. Captain, let the inquest be held! Arrest the head builder!
human
Shall he be put in the stocks?
gpt
Yes, in the stocks! Music, music! The head builder in the stocks!
human
Seþor Alcalde, said Ibarra,
gpt
Very well! But let him not repeat it!