human
Oh, Caesar, Great Caesar! cried Doris throwing up her hands which still bore many traces of her labors over the hearth.
gpt
My son, my unfortunate Pollux!
human
Out of my way!
gpt
He is an artist, a good artist, who already excels many a master, and if the gods--
human
Out of the way, I told you. I do not want to hear anything about the insolent fellow,
gpt
But Great Caesar, he is my son, and a mother, as you know--
human
Mastor, interrupted the monarch,
gpt
Oh! my lord, my lord! wailed the agonized woman while the slave pulled her up, not without difficulty.
human
Oh! my lord, how can you find it in your heart to be so cruel? And am I no longer old Doris whom you have even joked with, and whose food you have eaten?