human
Exterminator,
gpt
There was my son, young sir, said he in his calm, dispassionate voice,
human
And what o' vengeance?
gpt
Vengeance, young sir? Nay, surely, 'tis an empty thing. For may vengeance bring back the beloved dead? Can it rebuild our desolate towns, or cure any of a broken heart?
human
Yet you hang these same rogues?
gpt
Truly, Señor, as speedily as may be, as I would crush a snake. Yet who would seek vengeance on a worm?
human
Yet do I seek vengeance! cried I, upstarting to my feet.
gpt
Vengeance for my wasted years, vengeance on him hath been the ruin of my house, on him that, forcing me to endure anguish of mind and shame of body, hath made of me the poor, outcast wretch I am. Ha--'tis vengeance I do live for!
human
Then do you live to a vain end, young sir! For vengeance is an emptiness and he that seeketh it wasteth himself.
gpt
Now tell me, Don Federigo, I questioned,
human
Why, then, quoth I fiercely,
gpt
Spoke like true, bully lad, Martino!