Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
in beauty, and saying this, it seems to me, I praise her more than all
women born." "I am not surprised that you say this of me," said Nisida,
"since, with men of your condition and calling, to flatter is their
business; but, leaving all this on one side, as I do not wish you to
lose the comfort of so good a friend, I advise you to tell him that you
went to give the letter to his lady, and that you have held with her
all the discourses you have held with me, without omitting anything,
and how she read your letter, and the encouragement she gave you to
take it to his lady, thinking she was not the one to whom it came, and
that, though you did not make bold to declare everything, you have come
to this conclusion from her words that, when she learns she is the
one for whom the letter came, the deceit and the undeceiving will not
cause her much pain. In this way he will receive some solace in his
trouble, and afterwards, on revealing your intention to his lady, you
can reply to Timbrio what she replies to you, since, up to the moment
she knows it, this lie remains in force, and the truth of what may
follow, without to-day's deceit interfering." I was left marvelling
at Nisida's discreet project, and indeed not without mistrust of the
honesty of my own artifice; and so, kissing her hands for the good
counsel, and agreeing with her that I was to give her a particular
account of whatever happened in this affair, I went and told Timbrio
all that had happened to me with Nisida. Thence came it that hope came
into his soul and turned anew to sustain him, banishing from his heart
the clouds of chilly fear that up till then had kept him in gloom; and
all this pleasure was increased by my promising him at every step that
my steps should only be devoted to his service, and that when next I
found myself with Nisida, he should win the game of skill with as fair
a success as his thoughts deserved. One thing I have forgotten to tell
you, that all the time I was talking with Nisida and her sister, the
younger sister never spoke a word, but with a strange silence ever
hung on mine; and I can tell you, sirs, that, if she was silent, it
was not because she could not speak with all discretion and grace, for
in these two sisters nature showed all she has in her power to bestow.
Nevertheless, I know not if I should tell you that I would that Heaven
had denied me the happiness of having known them, especially Nisida,
the beginning and end of all my misfortune; but what can I do, if that
which the fates have ordained cannot be stayed by human means? I loved,
love, and shall love Nisida well, yet without hurt to Timbrio, as my
wearied tongue has well shown, for I never spoke to her, but it was on
Timbrio's behalf, ever concealing, with more than ordinary discretion,
my own pain, so as to cure another's. It happened then, that as
Nisida's beauty was so engraven on my soul from the first moment my
eyes beheld her, being unable to keep so rich a treasure concealed in
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