Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
'May Heaven repay you, shepherds,' answered Telesio, 'for the sincerity
of your purposes, since they conform so much to that of him who seeks
only your good and profit. But to satisfy the desire you have to learn
what I wish, I wish to bring to your memory the memory you ought ever
to retain of the worth and fame of the famous and excellent shepherd
Meliso, whose mournful obsequies are renewed and ever will be renewed
from year to year on to-morrow's date so long as there be shepherds on
our banks, and in our souls there be not wanting the knowledge of what
is due to Meliso's goodness and worth. At least for myself I can tell
you that, as long as my life shall last, I shall not fail to remind you
at the fitting time of the obligation under which you have been placed
by the skill, courtesy, and virtue of the peerless Meliso. And so now I
remind you of it and make known to you that to-morrow is the day when
the luckless day must be renewed on which we lost so much good, as it
was to lose the agreeable presence of the prudent shepherd Meliso. By
what you owe to his goodness, and by what you owe to the purpose I have
to serve you, I pray you shepherds to be to-morrow at break of day all
in the valley of cypresses, where stands the tomb of Meliso's honoured
ashes, in order that there with sad hymns and pious sacrifices we may
seek to lighten the pain, if any it suffers, of that happy soul which
has left us in such solitude.'
And as he said this, moved by the tender regret the memory of Meliso's
death caused him, his venerable eyes filled with tears, most of the
bystanders accompanying him therein. They all with one accord offered
to be present on the morrow where Telesio bade them, and Timbrio and
Silerio, Nisida and Blanca did the same, for it seemed to them that it
would not be well to fail to attend at so solemn an occasion and in an
assembly of shepherds so celebrated as they imagined would assemble
there. Therewith they took leave of Telesio and resumed the journey
to the village they had begun. But they had not gone far from that
place when they saw coming towards them the loveless Lenio, with a
countenance so sad and thoughtful that it set wonder in all; and he
was coming so rapt in his fancies that he passed by the side of the
shepherds without seeing them; nay, rather, turning his course to the
left hand, he had not gone many steps when he flung himself down at
the foot of a green willow; and giving forth a heavy and deep sigh, he
raised his hand, and placing it on the collar of his skin-coat, pulled
so strongly that he tore it all the way down, and straightway he took
the wallet from his side, and drawing from it a polished rebeck, he set
himself to tune it with great attention and calm; and after a little
while he began in a mournful and harmonious voice to sing in such a
manner that he constrained all who had seen him to stop to listen to
him until the end of his song, which was as follows:
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