human
Not for myself--but for my people--what for them?
gpt
Everything! he answered undaunted;
human
My God! my God! I am not faithless to my vow--Thou knowest. I must choose their welfare, though my heart should break!
gpt
The Holy Mother knoweth that I am not faithless to my people--since with the favor of the Republic turned from me, I might neither serve nor guard them.--My lot is bitter!
human
Nay; trust me, sweet Sister and Queen, thou hast chosen wisely, he answered with easy gallantry, as he kissed her hand and would have left her where the Lady Margherita stood waiting with troubled eyes and heightened color to receive her--scarcely condescending to notice the Cornaro's homage or his gay, parting words--