human
Talbot, he cried,
gpt
It is not given to every man to overtake your majesty,
human
Constable of Falaise, you were not honest with me that night in your castle. I spoke to you freely from the bottom of my heart; you answered me from your lips outward.
gpt
I do not understand your majesty,
human
Yes, you do. You love Mary of Vendôme. Why did you not tell me so?
gpt
To what purpose should I have made such a confession, even if it were the fact?
human
To the purpose of truth, if for nothing else. God's sake, man, is it thus you love in France! Cold Scotland can be in that your tutor. In your place, there had been a quick divorce between my sword and scabbard. Were my rival twenty times a king, I'd face him out and say, by Cupid's bow, return or fight.
gpt
What! This in your castle to your guest?
human
No, perhaps not. You are in the right, constable, you are in the right. I had forgotten your situation for the moment. I should have been polite to him within my own walls, but I should have followed him across my marches and slit his gullet on the king's highway.
gpt
You must remember that while your foot presses French soil, you are still the guest of all true Frenchmen, nevertheless your majesty's words have put new life into my veins. Did you see Mary of Vendôme?
human
Yes, and there is not three months' life left to her unless she draws vitality from your presence. Man, man, why stand you here idling? Climb walls, force bolts, kidnap the girl and marry her in spite of all the world.
gpt
Alas, there is not a priest in all France would dare to marry us, knowing her pledged to your majesty.
human
Priests of France! I have priests in my own train who will, at a word from me, link you tighter than these stones are cemented together. God's will, Talbot, these obstacles but lend interest to the chase.
gpt
Is it possible that you, having opportunity, care not to marry Mary of Vendôme?