human
Since when did my Lord d'Hymbercourt turn traitor? said he.
gpt
His fealty has always been as loud-mouthed as the baying of a wolf.
human
I am a Burgundian, my lord, said Hymbercourt, ignoring the Italian and addressing Charles.
gpt
I receive no pay for my fealty. I am not a foreign mercenary, and I need not defend my loyalty to one who knows me as he knows his own heart.
human
My Lord d'Hymbercourt's honor needs no defence, said Charles.
gpt
I trust his honesty and loyalty as I trust myself. He may be mistaken; he may be right. Bring in these spies.
human
Surely Your Grace will not contaminate your presence with these wretches, pleaded Campo-Basso.
gpt
Consider the danger to yourself, my dear lord. They are desperate men, who would gladly give their lives to take yours and save their country. I beg you out of the love I bear Your Grace, pause before you bring these traitorous spies into your sacred presence.
human
Bring them before me! cried the duke.
gpt
We will determine this matter for ourselves. We have a score of brave, well-paid Italians who may be able to protect our person from the onslaught of two manacled men.