Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
'These are not the first offers you have made me,' replied the young
man with voice somewhat faint, 'nor yet would they be the last I would
try to make use of, if I could; but fortune has brought me to such a
pass, that neither can they avail me, nor can I do justice to them more
than in will. This you can take in return for the good you offer me;
and if you wish to learn aught else concerning me, time, which conceals
nothing, will tell you more than I could wish.'
'If you leave it to time to satisfy me in what you tell me,' replied
Erastro, 'to such payment small gratitude is due, since time, in our
despite, brings into the market-place the deepest secret of our hearts.'
Thereupon the rest of the shepherds all asked him to tell them the
cause of his sorrow, especially Thyrsis, who, with powerful arguments,
persuaded him and gave him to understand, that there is no evil in
this life but brings with it its cure, unless death, that interrupts
man's course, opposes it. Thereto he added other words, which moved the
obstinate boy with his to satisfy them all on what they wished to learn
from him: and so he said to them:
'Though for me it were better, my pleasant friends, to live the
little that remains to me of life without friendship, and to retire
to a greater solitude than that in which I am, yet, not to show
myself irresponsive to the good-will you have shown me, I decide to
tell you all that I think will be sufficient, and the passes through
which fickle fortune has brought me to the strait in which I am.
But as it seems to me that it is now somewhat late, and that, as my
misfortunes are many, it might be possible for night to come on before
I have told you them, it will be well for us all to go to the village
together, since it causes me no further inconvenience to make the
journey to-night I had determined on to-morrow, which is compulsory
for me, since from your village I am provided with what I need for my
sustenance; and on the way, as best we can, I will inform you of my
adversities.'
All approved of what the young hermit said, and setting him in their
midst, they turned with loitering steps to follow the road to the
village; and straightway the sorrowing hermit, with tokens of great
grief, began in this wise the tale of his woes:
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