human
My lord and king! If I drank now from your goblet, you would drink at my lips. Those roses belong to my bridegroom.
gpt
Who is the man who dares to be more fortunate than a king?
human
I do not yet know him, whispered the girl.
gpt
He is the man who shall give me the rarest bridal gift.
human
And if it was Herod?
gpt
You are an enchanting witch, you! he whispered.
human
Desire of me what you will.
gpt
A dish for your table, O king!
human
A dish of meat? Speak more plainly.
gpt
Let your bridal gift be a dish of rare meat on a golden charger.
human
I do not understand what you want.
gpt
The head of the Baptist.
human
Horror, thy name is woman!
gpt
I knew it. A woman is nothing to you but a flower of the field. You cut it down so that it turns to hay. And hay is for asses. You care more for the man who has mortally insulted yourself and my mother than you do for me.
human
Indeed, I do not! If he deserves death, you shall have your desire.
gpt
When does he whom the king loves deserve death?