human
Oh! my father, my father! she exclaimed,
gpt
Ah! methinks this fair lady would fetch a high ransom, he exclaimed.
human
Come, senhora, you must condescend to make use of a less easy conveyance. Do not be alarmed, your father is not seriously hurt, he added, in rather a softer tone;
gpt
Go with you! oh, whither? cried the young lady, in a tone of horror.
human
Oh, allow us to pursue our journey, and my father will reward you.
gpt
We trust not to the promises of a fidalgo, but take care ourselves to secure the rewards we require, answered the robber.
human
Come, lady, no more delay. You must leave your litter, for it cannot pass between the trees where our path lies.