human
Am I here, he cried,
gpt
Art thou the Duke of Burgundy?
human
I am.
gpt
And hast thou caused my son Dietrich to die?
human
Yes.
gpt
And my youngest boy! my Conrad!--was not he too good and beautiful for thy sword?--hast thou killed him too?
human
I have,
gpt
Oh, say not that! say not that, Burgundy!--for I cannot bear those words: recall them. Say, at least, that it repents you of all you have done; and I will yet try to take comfort, though you have now done your worst to break my heart.
human
Away! thou faithless traitor! hence from my sight! thou art the bitterest enemy I have on the face of the earth.
gpt
Heretofore thou didst call me thy best friend; but good thoughts are now become strange to thee. Never did I aught against thy honour: nay, I have revered and loved thee as my true prince, so help me God! or here, with this hand upon my good sword, I could take speedy and bitter vengeance for all my wrongs. But no; I will for ever banish myself from your presence, and end my few and evil days in solitude and woe.