Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
And leaving them she went to where the shepherd was giving to the
shepherds account of Gelasia's strange disposition and of the wrongs
she did him. At his side the shepherd had the fair little shepherdess
who said he was her brother, whom Rosaura called, and, withdrawing with
her to one side, she begged and prayed her to tell her what her brother
was called, and if she had any other like him. To this the shepherdess
replied that he was called Galercio, and that she had another called
Artidoro, who was so like him that they could scarcely be distinguished
save by some mark in their dress, or by the organ of the voice, which
differed somewhat. She asked her also what Artidoro had been doing. The
shepherdess answered her that he was on some mountains some distance
from there, grazing part of Grisaldo's flock with another herd of goats
of his own, and that he had never been willing to enter the village,
or to hold converse with any one, since he had come from the banks of
Henares; and together with these she gave her such other details that
Rosaura was satisfied that the shepherd was not Artidoro, but Galercio,
as Leonarda had said and that shepherdess said, whose name she learned
was Maurisa. And taking her with her to where Galatea and the other
shepherdesses were, she related again in the presence of Teolinda and
Leonarda all she knew of Artidoro and Galercio, whereat Teolinda was
soothed and Leonarda ill content, seeing how indisposed Galercio's mind
was to think of her affairs. In the discourses the shepherdesses were
holding, it chanced that Leonarda called the veiled Rosaura by her
name, and Maurisa, hearing it, said:
'If I do not deceive myself, lady, my coming here and my brother's has
been on your account.'
'In what way?' said Rosaura.
'I will tell it you, if you give me leave to tell it you alone,'
replied the shepherdess.
'Willingly,' answered Rosaura, and the shepherdess going aside with
her, said to her:
'Without any doubt, fair lady, it is to you and to the shepherdess
Galatea that my brother and I come with a message from our master
Grisaldo.'
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