human
A regal mantle of cloth of gold, with its gleam of jewels for her lorn Majesty--who will never again wear aught but trappings of woe, if she might have her will--it is a waste of treasure!
gpt
For shame, Ecciva!
human
Nay; for we are only _we_--not the Dama Margherita; nor the Lady of the Bernardini.--Will the mourning bring back the child?--One may weep one's life away in vain.
gpt
Thou hast no heart, Ecciva: how should we not grieve with her!
human
So it pleaseth one to grieve, I am well content. But the way of weeping is strange to me. Methinks it would be kinder to cheer her soul with some revelry--or a race on that splendid Arab steed, stepping so daintily, with its great dark eyes and quivering nostrils, where the red color comes! The Sultan himself hath chosen this beauty for Her Majesty--she who perchance will never mount him, scorning to do aught that would make the blood flow warmer through the veins;--going daily to San Nicolò with her taper and knowing naught of pleasure in life; unless it verily pleaseth her to grieve! What availeth it to her that she is Queen!
gpt
What availeth it to her to win the love of the people as none hath ever done before! Eloisà cried hotly, moved from her timidity by her indignation.
human
That wilt thou never know, Ecciva, who dost so belie thy heart with thy unkind speech. But verily --she pursued, relenting--
gpt
What is '_untrue_'? Dama Ecciva asked, undisturbed.
human
How may one know? Shall one ask Carlotta?--Or Queen Caterina? Or--if he might but answer us now--the charming Janus?--My brain is too little to unravel the mystery.
gpt
Prince of Galilee,
human
Prince of Galilee.