human
Father!
gpt
No more, there is no more, he said,
human
Came I not forth, upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss? Be still, and gaze thou on, false king! and tell me what is this? The voice, the glance, the heart I sought--give answer, where are they? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! Into these glassy eyes put light; be still! keep down thine ire; Bid these white lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire. Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed! Thou canst not?--and a king!--his dust be mountains on thy head.