human
Whom serve ye all?
gpt
Caterina Regina!
human
Eccellenza, we are in command of the Lord Chamberlain Bernardini, who, since he fought his way through the false guard placed before this palace to serve the treachery of the Council, hath not ceased to gather men of metal throughout the city, till enough shall come to claim the Queen's release. For the cries of the women and unarmed weaklings clamoring under the walls of the fortress for her release, are but impotent wails to tickle the pride of those fiends of Naples.
gpt
Bring me to the Bernardini, for I must speak with him on matter, it may be, of life, or death.
human
Eccellentissima, the Lord Chamberlain hath not stayed his foot since this horror began--nor may we see his face until he hath done the possible to gather strength for an uprising to chase these devils of Naples.
gpt
Dear men! she cried,
human
Dear Lady, the Bernardini lacketh no courage, and he commandeth. He hath sworn that we shall save the Queen. The Admiral will come from Nikosia; and the galleys of Venice will haste to the rescue, _Pazienza!_ We are bidden to keep the peace and secrecy until the moment shall be ripe; but to die in defense of this palace, which we hold for Her Majesty as a place of refuge.
gpt
Dost bring us news of her. How fares it with Her Majesty?
human
For that I came! cried Dama Margherita, her voice ringing through the hall like a leader's call to arms;
gpt
The Prince!--Our King! _Sanctissima Maria!_ San Marco confound the knaves!