Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
in such imminent and manifest peril. The pain of this anguish worked
so much upon my soul that I once again lost my senses, and took away
the hope of my health and life from the surgeon who was tending me, in
such a manner that believing I was dead, he stopped in the midst of his
tending of me, assuring all that I had already passed from this life.
When this news was heard by the two hapless sisters, let them say what
they felt, if they make so bold, for I can only say that I afterwards
learned that the two, rising from where they were, tearing their ruddy
locks, and scratching their fair faces, without anyone being able to
hold them back, came to where I lay in a faint, and there began to make
so piteous a lament, that they moved to compassion the very breasts of
the cruel barbarians. By reason of Nisida's tears which were falling on
my face, or through the wounds already cold and swollen which caused
me great pain, I returned again to consciousness, to be conscious of my
new misfortune. I will pass in silence now the piteous and loving words
that in that hapless moment passed between Nisida and myself, so as not
to sadden so much the joyous moment in which we now find ourselves,
nor do I wish to relate in detail the dire straits she told me she had
passed through with the captain. He, overcome by her beauty, made her
a thousand promises, a thousand gifts, a thousand threats, that she
might come to submit to his lawless will; but showing herself towards
him as scornful as modest, and as modest as scornful, she was able all
that day and the following night to defend herself from the hateful
importunities of the corsair. But as Nisida's continued presence went
on increasing in him every moment his lustful desire, without any doubt
it might have been feared, as I did fear, that by his abandoning his
prayers and using violence, Nisida might lose her honour or life, the
latter being the likelier to be expected from her virtue. But fortune,
being now weary of having placed us in the lowest stage of misery,
chose to show us that what is published abroad of her instability is
true, by a means which brought us to the pass of praying Heaven to keep
us in that hapless lot, instead of losing our lives on the swollen
billows of the angry sea: which after two days that we were captives,
and at the time we were taking the direct course to Barbary, moved by a
furious sirocco, began to rise mountains high, and to lash the pirate
fleet with such fury, that the wearied oarsmen, without being able to
avail themselves of the oars, bridled them and had recourse to the
wonted remedy of the foresail on the mast, and of letting themselves
run wherever the wind and sea listed. And the tempest increased in such
a manner that in less than half an hour it scattered and dispersed the
vessels in different directions, without any of them being able to
give heed to following their captain, but rather in a little while,
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