human
My Husband left me Queen, she said at last, raising her troubled eyes to his.
gpt
It was by his Will that I rule. Have I the right to yield this power?
human
POWER!
gpt
They are my people--they love me, she persisted,
human
Thou hast a veritable talent for creating problems wherewith to vex thyself, my sister, conscience-tossed! Hath one a right to give that which he can no longer hold? Art thou the first who could not rule, to _abdicate_ in favor of a stronger sceptre?
gpt
We must ask these questions, she said struggling to be firm,
human
Nor fortune, he answered coldly.
gpt
And one must be wise indeed to know when 'one may grasp it by the hair'--as thou hast the chance with this most gracious proffer of the Signoria before thee to reject.