Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
Ye, ye, it is, and shall be, cloudless eyes,
That do and can uplift me thus to claim
Amongst the little number of the wise,
As best I can, a high renownèd name;
This ye can do, if ye my enemies
Remain no longer, nor account it shame
Sometimes a glance to cast me, for in this--
Glancing and glances--lies a lover's bliss.
If this be true, Silena, none hath been,
Nor is, nor will be, who with constancy
Can or will love thee, as I love my queen,
However Love his aid, and fortune, be;
I have deserved this glory--to be seen
By thee--for my unbroken loyalty.
'Tis folly, though, to think that one can win
That which one scarce can contemplate therein.
The love-sick Lauso ended his song and his journey at the same moment,
and he was lovingly received by all who were with Silerio, increasing
by his presence the joy all had by reason of the fair issue Silerio's
troubles had had; and, as Damon was telling them to him, there appeared
close to the hermitage the venerable Aurelio, who, with some of his
shepherds, was bringing some dainties wherewith to regale and satisfy
those who were there, as he had promised the day before he left them.
Thyrsis and Damon were astonished to see him come without Elicio and
Erastro, and they were more so when they came to know the cause why
they had stayed behind. Aurelio approached, and his approach would have
increased the more the happiness of all, if he had not said, directing
his words to Timbrio:
'If you prize yourself, as it is right you should prize yourself,
valiant Timbrio, as being a true friend of him who is yours, now
is the time to show it, by hurrying to tend Darinto, who, no great
distance from here, is so sad and afflicted and so far from accepting
any consolation in the grief he suffers that some words of consolation
I gave him did not suffice for him to take them as such. Elicio,
Erastro, and I found him, some two hours ago in the midst of yonder
mountain which reveals itself on this our right hand, his horse tied
by the reins to a pine tree, and himself stretched on the ground face
downwards, uttering tender and mournful sighs, and from time to time
he spoke some words which were directed to curse his fortune. And at
the piteous sound of them we approached him, and by the moon's rays,
though with difficulty, he was recognised by us and pressed to tell
us the cause of his woe. He told it to us, and thereby we learned the
little remedy he had. Nevertheless Elicio and Erastro have remained
with him, and I have come to give you the news of the plight in which
his thoughts hold him; and since they are so manifest to you, seek to
remedy them with deeds, or hasten to console them with words.'
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