human
My friend Martino, said he in his careful English,
gpt
Indeed, sir, quoth Sir Richard,
human
So may all enmity pass one day, I pray God, sighed Don Federigo.
gpt
And now, as for thee, Martino my friend, vengeance such as thine is thing so rare as maketh me to honour thy friendship and loath to lose thee, since we shall meet no more in this life. Thus I do grieve a little, for I am an old man, something solitary and weary, and my son, alas, is dead. This sword was my father's and should have been his; take you it, I pray, and wear it in memory of me.
human
Noble sir, said I,
gpt
I shall ever remember your strange method of vengeance!
human
Look now, warned Don Federigo as I loosed the mooring rope,