Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
showed it most were Nisida's parents; and even she herself, with pure
and Christian sympathy, often asked me to tell her the cause of my
disease, offering me all that was necessary for its cure. "Ah!" would
I say to myself whenever Nisida made me such offers, "with what ease,
fair Nisida, could your hand cure the evil your beauty has wrought!
but I boast myself so good a friend that, though I counted my cure as
certain as I count it impossible and uncertain, it would be impossible
for me to accept it." And since these thoughts at such moments
disturbed my fancy, I did not succeed in making any reply to Nisida;
whereat she and a sister of hers, who was called Blanca (less in years,
though not less in discretion and beauty than Nisida), were amazed,
and with increasing desire to know the origin of my sadness, with many
importunities asked me to conceal from them nought of my grief. Seeing,
then, that fortune offered me the opportunity of putting into practice
what my cunning had brought so far, once, when by chance the fair
Nisida and her sister found themselves alone, and returned anew to ask
what they had asked so often, I said to them: "Think not, ladies, that
the silence I have up till now kept in not telling you the cause of the
pain you imagine I feel has been caused by my small desire to obey you,
since it is very clear that if my lowly state has any happiness in this
life, it is to have thereby succeeded in coming to know you, and to
serve you as retainer. The only cause has been the thought that, though
I reveal it, it will not serve for more than to give you grief, seeing
how far away is its cure. But now that it is forced upon me to satisfy
you in this, you must know, ladies, that in this city is a gentleman,
a native of my own country, whom I hold as master, refuge, and friend,
the most generous, discreet, and courtly man that may be found far and
wide. He is here, away from his dear native land, by reason of certain
quarrels which befell him there and forced him to come to this city,
believing that, if there in his own land he left enemies, here in a
foreign land friends would not fail him. But his belief has turned out
so mistaken that one enemy alone, whom, without knowing how, he has
made here for himself, has placed him in such a pass that if Heaven do
not help him he will end his friendships and enmities by ending his
life. And as I know the worth of Timbrio (for this is the name of the
gentleman whose misfortune I am relating to you), and know what the
world will lose in losing him and what I shall lose if I lose him,
I give the tokens of feeling you have seen, and even they are small
compared to what the danger in which Timbrio is placed ought to move me
to. I know well that you will desire to know, ladies, who is the enemy
who has placed so valorous a gentleman as he whom I have depicted to
you in such a pass; but I also know that, in naming him to you, you
will not wonder save that he has not yet destroyed him and slain him.
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