human
Mother, did you stoop to sue for pardon for me tonight?
gpt
Oh, I did! I did! I groveled at his feet. I cried, I shrieked, I adjured him to pardon you--I, who never knelt to God or man before--and he refused! I kissed the dust at his feet, and he replied by a cold refusal. But woe to thee, Earl De Courcy! she cried, bounding to her feet, and dashing back her wild black hair.
human
Woe to thee, and all thy house! for it were safer to tamper with the lightning's chain than with the aroused tigress Ketura.
gpt
Mother, nothing is gained by working yourself up to such a pitch of passion; you only beat the air with your breath. I am calm.
human
Yes, calm as a volcano on the verge of eruption,
gpt
And I am submissive, forbearing, and forgiving.
human
Yes, submissive as a crouching lion--forgiving as a tiger robbed of its young--forbearing as a serpent preparing to spring.