human
I still need a guide to find my way,
gpt
How did you sleep, prince?
human
Look here, prince, there must be an end of this ill-temper of yours. Do you hear? It's got to finish. I insist. I won't have any more sulking to-day; and I hope that you'll go back to your cheerful, witty style of conversation as soon as possible, for that's what I like in you.
gpt
Good-bye, prince,
human
Where are you going?
gpt
To my room. I shall breakfast in my room.
human
But why?
gpt
Because I don't care for you as a host.
human
Me?
gpt
Yes, you. Yesterday you insult me. I defend myself, you go on being rude, I at once become as amiable as ever, I give you my hand, I even give you a kiss. At dinner you sulk with me in the most uncivil fashion. You go to bed without bidding me good-night. This morning you meet me without a word of greeting. You grunt, sulk and mumble like a naughty child. Your eyes are blazing with anger, you are yellow with spleen. Really, you're looking very bad. It doesn't suit you at all. You are most unpleasant, rough, rude and petty. I have no inclination to breakfast with you in that mood. And I'm going to my room.
human
No,
gpt
Yes, I am.
human
No, no!
gpt
Then be different. Make an effort, don't think any more about your defeat and be nice to me. You're behaving as the offended party, whereas it is I who ought to take offence. But I don't know how to sulk and I am not petty. I can't behave pettily. I forgive you; do you forgive me too. Say something nice, say something pleasant.
human
I am mad about you.
gpt
You don't show it. If you're mad about me, be pleasant, civil, gay and witty. I demand it of you as my host.
human
I won't sulk any longer ... but I do love you so! And you struck me!
gpt
Will you never forget that act of self-defence?
human
No, never!
gpt
Then good-bye.
human
No, no, don't go back. Come to breakfast in the pergola. I apologize, I beg your pardon. I won't be rude again, I won't be petty. You are not petty. You are the most wonderful woman I ever met. I worship you.
gpt
Then worship in silence and amuse me.
human
I am too sad to be amusing.
gpt
I don't believe a word of it.
human
Honestly, I am full of sorrow and suffering....
gpt
Poor prince!
human
You just won't believe me. You never take me seriously. I have to be your clown, your buffoon. And I love you and have nothing to hope for. Tell me, mayn't I hope?
gpt
Not much.
human
You are inexorable ... and so severe!
gpt
I have to be severe with you: you are just like a naughty boy.... Oh, I see the pergola! Do you promise to improve?
human
I shall be good.
gpt
And amusing?
human
Poor Gilio! he sighed.
gpt
Poor buffoon!