Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
Short indeed was the road to the shepherds, beguiled and entertained
by the charming voice of Florisa, who ceased not her song till they
were quite near the village and the huts of Elicio and Erastro, who
stopped there with Lisandro, first taking leave of the venerable
Aurelio, Galatea, and Florisa, who went with Teolinda to the village,
the remaining shepherds going each to where he had his hut. That same
night the hapless Lisandro asked leave of Elicio to return to his
country or to where he might, in harmony with his desire, finish the
little of life that, as he thought, remained to him. Elicio with all
the arguments he could urge on him, and with the endless offers of true
friendship he made him, could by no means prevail on him to remain
in his company even for a few days; and so the luckless shepherd,
embracing Elicio with many tears and sighs, took leave of him,
promising to inform him of his condition wherever he might be. Elicio,
having accompanied him half a league from his hut, again embraced him
closely; and making again fresh offers, they parted, Elicio being in
great grief for what Lisandro suffered. And so he returned to his hut
to spend the greater part of the night in amorous fancies and to await
the coming day that he might enjoy the happiness the sight of Galatea
caused him. And she, when she reached her village, desiring to learn
the issue of Teolinda's love, arranged so that Florisa, Teolinda and
she might be alone that night; and finding the opportunity she desired,
the love-sick shepherdess continued her story as will be seen in the
second book.
BOOK II.
Being now free and relieved from what they had to do that night with
their flocks, they arranged to retire and withdraw with Teolinda to a
spot where they might, without being hindered by anyone, hear what was
lacking of the issue of her love. And so they betook themselves to a
little garden by Galatea's house; and, the three seating themselves
beneath a stately green vine which entwined itself in an intricate
manner along some wooden network, Teolinda repeated once more some
words of what she had said before and went on, saying:
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