human
I understand you, my lord, she said, with her bright, thankful smile;
gpt
Your love for the great earl proves you are noble enough to forgive, said Richard, meaningly.
human
Nay, chide me not with that lofty look; you know that there are no secrets between Hastings and Gloucester.
gpt
My lord duke, the head of a noble House hath the right to dispose of the hands of the daughters; I know nothing in Lord Warwick to forgive.
human
Lady, said Richard, moved to admiration,
gpt
The love of Richard Plantagenet honours even Warwick's daughter!
human
Think you so? Then stand my friend; and, being thus my friend, intercede with Warwick, if he angers at the silly holiday of this Woodville pageant.
gpt
Alas, sir! you know that Warwick listens to no interceders between himself and his passions. But what then? Grant him wronged, aggrieved, trifled with,--what then? Can he injure the House of York?
human
Can he injure the House of York?--Marry, yes,
gpt
But for what end? Whom else should he put upon the throne?
human
What if he forgive the Lancastrians? What if--
gpt
Utter not the thought, prince, breathe it not, exclaimed the Lady Bonville, almost fiercely.
human
I love and honour my brave brother, despite--despite-- She paused a moment, blushed, and proceeded rapidly, without concluding the sentence.
gpt
I love him as a woman of his House must love the hero who forms its proudest boast. But if, for any personal grudge, any low ambition, any rash humour, the son of my father Salisbury could forget that Margaret of Anjou placed the gory head of that old man upon the gates of York, could by word or deed abet the cause of usurping and bloody Lancaster,--I would--I would-- Out upon my sex! I could do nought but weep the glory of Nevile and Monthermer gone forever.
human
May fortune one day permit me to face as the earl's son the earl's foes,