human
Madonna--I am so tired--_so_ tired--take me----
gpt
Why can they do nothing?
human
The will is gone, he answered sorrowfully;
gpt
She shall _not_ die until she hath known this joy which Heaven hath sent her! the Lady Beata cried with conviction and a sudden sense of power.
human
We will save her--thou, Maestro Gentile--and I--who love her. Give her only some potion for her strengthening, I beseech thee, caro Maestro;--life is flickering--she _must_ not die yet.
gpt
There is no hope,