human
You are yielding! He will yet be saved! Oh, I knew the iron-heart would soften!
gpt
My poor woman, you deceive yourself. I can do nothing for your son,
human
What! Do you still refuse? Oh, it cannot be! I am going mad, I think! Tell me--tell me that my son will live!
gpt
Woman, I have no power over your son's life.
human
Oh, you have--you have! Do you think he could live one single day among those with whom you would send him? As you hope for pardon on that last dread day, pardon my son!
gpt
It is all in vain. Rise, madam.
human
You refuse?
gpt
I do. Rise!