human
And were you, then, the cavalier who spoiled my night's chase and robbed me of my white doe? By Bacchus, it was prettily done.
gpt
You must forgive me, my Prince; I knew not who it was, or my respect would have silenced my gallantry.
human
All stratagems fair in love, as in war. Of course you profited by my defeat, and did not content yourself with leaving the little actress at her threshold?
gpt
She is Diana for me, answered Zicci, lightly;
human
And now you would cast for her,--well; but they tell me you are ever a sure player.
gpt
Let Signor Mascari cast for us.
human
Be it so. Mascari, the dice.
gpt
I give the first chance to your Excellency.
human
It is a high throw, said Zicci, calmly;