Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
What charter can protect, what monarch's grace
Against the cruel face,
More beauteous than the sun,
Of her who hath my happiness undone?
Ah face, that dost reveal
On earth the bliss that Heaven doth conceal!
How comes it then that nature could unite
Such rigour and despite
With so much loveliness,
Such worth and yet a mood so pitiless?
Such opposites to join
My happiness consents--the hurt is mine.
Easy it is that my brief lot should see
Sweet life in unity
With bitter death, and find
Its evil nestling where its good reclined.
Amidst these different ways
I see that hope, but not desire decays.
The loving shepherd sang no more, nor did Thyrsis and Damon wish to
stay longer, but showing themselves unexpectedly and with spirit, came
to where Elicio was. When he saw them he recognised his friend Damon,
and going forward with incredible joy to welcome him, said to him:
'What fortune, discreet Damon, has ordained that by your presence you
should bestow so fair a fortune on these banks which have long wished
for you?'
'It cannot be but fair,' answered Damon, 'since it has brought me to
see you, oh Elicio, a thing on which I set a value as great as is the
desire I had for it, and as long absence and the friendship I cherish
for you forced me to do. But if you can for any reason say what you
have said, it is because you have before you the famous Thyrsis, glory
and honour of the Castilian soil.'
When Elicio heard him say that this was Thyrsis, to him only known by
fame, he welcomed him with great courtesy, and said to him:
'Your pleasing countenance, renowned Thyrsis, agrees well with what
loud fame in lands near and far proclaims of your worth and discretion:
and so, seeing that your writings have filled me with wonder and led
me to desire to know you and serve you, you can henceforward count and
treat me as a true friend.'
'What I gain thereby,' replied Thyrsis, 'is so well known that in vain
would fame proclaim what the affection you bear me makes you say that
it proclaims of me, if I did not recognise the favour you do me in
seeking to place me in the number of your friends; and since between
those who are friends words of compliment must be superfluous, let ours
cease at this point, and let deeds give witness of our good-will.'
'Mine will ever be to serve you,' replied Elicio, 'as you will see, oh
Thyrsis, if time or fortune place me in a position in any way suitable
for it; for that I now occupy, though I would not change it for another
offering greater advantages, is such that it scarcely leaves me free to
proffer what I desire.'
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