human
Alas, Don Martino--good my friend, Death creepeth all about you here--
gpt
Fra Alexo's spies!
human
A hard man and cunning! quoth he, as to himself.
gpt
The Church--ah, the power of the Church! Yet must I get you safe away, but how--how?
human
Nay, Don Federigo, never trouble.
gpt
Trouble, Señor? Ah, think you I count that? My life is yours, Don Martino, and joyfully do I risk it--
human
Nay, sir, quoth I, grasping his hand,
gpt
Sir, said he, his look of trouble deepening.
human
Alas, young sir--
gpt
This only would I ask of your friendship--when they take me hence, see to it that I am set in company with one that lieth prisoned here, see that I am fettered along with Sir Richard Brandon. And this do I ask of your friendship, sir!
human
Alas! said he.
gpt
Alas, 'tis out of my jurisdiction; you go hence you are lost--you do pass from the eye of man--none knoweth whither.
human
So long as I come unto mine enemy 'tis very well, sir. 'Tis this I have prayed for, lived for, hoped and suffered for. Wherefore now, Don Federigo, in memory of our friendship and all that hath passed betwixt us, I would ask you to contrive me this one thing howsoever you may.