human
Alas, good my friend, and doth Hope die for you likewise? Then do I grieve indeed. But despair not, for in the cave yonder be two swords; go fetch them, I pray, for I am over-weak.
gpt
Of what avail, cried I bitterly, looking up into the pale serenity of his face,
human
We can die, Señor! said he, with his gentle smile.
gpt
To die on our own steel, by our own hands--here--is clean death and honourable.
human
True!
gpt
Then I pray go fetch the swords, my friend; 'tis time methinks--look!