Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
The lady had scarcely said this, when Darinto and his companion looked
at her, showing that it had grieved them that she had called the other
by her name. But when Elicio heard the name of Nisida, the thought
struck him whether it was that Nisida of whom the hermit Silerio had
related so many things, and the same idea came to Thyrsis, Damon and
Erastro. And Elicio, to assure himself of what he suspected, said:
'A few days ago, señor Darinto, I and some of us who are here heard
the name of Nisida mentioned, as has been done by that lady now, but
accompanied by more tears and referred to with more alarm.'
'Is there perchance,' replied Darinto, 'any shepherdess on these banks
of yours called Nisida?'
'No,' replied Elicio; 'but she whom I speak of was born on them, and
was nurtured on the remote banks of the famous Sebeto.'
'What is it you say, shepherd?' rejoined the other gentleman.
'What you hear,' replied Elicio, 'and what you will hear at greater
length, if you assure me of a suspicion I have.'
'Tell it me,' said the gentleman, 'for it might be that I shall satisfy
you therein.'
To this Elicio replied: 'Is your own name, sir, perchance Timbrio?'
'I cannot deny that truth to you,' replied the other, 'for I am called
Timbrio, which name I had fain concealed till another more fitting
season; but the wish I have to know why you suspected that I was so
called, constrains me to conceal naught from you of what you might wish
to know of me.'
'Accordingly you will not deny to me either,' said Elicio, 'that this
lady you have with you is called Nisida, and further, so far as I can
guess, the other is called Blanca, and is her sister.'
'In all you have hit the mark,' replied Timbrio; 'but since I have
denied to you nothing of what you have asked me, do not you deny me the
reason that has moved you to ask it me.'
'It is as good, and will be as much to your taste,' replied Elicio, 'as
you will see before many hours.'
All those who did not know what the hermit Silerio had said to Elicio,
Thyrsis, Damon and Erastro, were confounded, hearing what was passing
between Timbrio and Elicio. But at this moment Damon said, turning to
Elicio:
'Do not keep back, oh Elicio, the good tidings you can give to Timbrio.'
'And I, too,' said Erastro, 'shall not delay a moment in going to give
to the hapless Silerio those of the finding of Timbrio.'
'Holy Heavens! O, what is it I hear!' said Timbrio; 'and what is it
you say, shepherd? Is that Silerio you have named perchance he who is
my true friend, he who is the half of my life, he whom I desire to see
more than aught else that desire could ask of me? Free me from this
doubt at once, so may your flocks increase and multiply, in such a
manner that all the neighbouring herdsmen may bear you envy.'
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