Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poemSouthey, Robert
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Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poem
Southey, Robert
Roderick, King of the Visigoths, -711? -- Poetry
Florez relates the story in the words of the old translation of an Arabic
original imputed to Rasis. “When Belazin, the son of Muza, remained for
Lord of Spain, and had ordered his affairs right well, they told him
tidings of Ulaca, who had been the wife of King D. Rodrigo, that she was
a right worthy dame, and right beautiful, and of a great lineage, and
that she was a native of Africa; whereupon he sent for her, and ordered
that beasts should be given her, and much property, and men-servants and
maid-servants, and all things that she could require, till she could
come to him. And they brought her unto him, and when he saw her, he was
well pleased with her, and said, Ulaca, tell me of thy affairs, and
conceal nothing from me; for thou knowest I may do with thee according
to my will, being my captive. And when she heard this, it increased the
grief which she had in her heart, and her sorrow was such, that she had
well nigh fallen dead to the ground, and she replied weeping and said,
Baron, what wouldst thou know more of my affairs? For doth not all the
world know, that I, a young damsel, being married with King D. Rodrigo,
was with him Lady of Spain, and dwelt in honour and in all pleasure,
more than I deserved; and therefore it was God’s will that they should
endure no longer. And now I am in dishonour greater than ever was dame
of such high state: For I am plundered, and have not a single palm of
inheritance; and I am a captive, and brought into bondage. I also have
been mistress of all the land that I behold. Therefore, Sir, have pity
upon my misfortunes; and in respect of the great lineage which you know
to be mine, suffer not that wrong or violence be offered me by any one;
and, Sir, if it be your grace you will ransom me. There are men I know
who would take compassion on me, and give you for me a great sum. And
Belazin said to her, Be certain that so long as I live, you shall never
go from my house. And Ulaca said, What then, Sir, would you do with me?
and Belazin said, I will that you should remain in my house, and there
you shall be free from all wretchedness, with my other wives. And she
said, In an evil day was I born, if it is to be true that I have been
wife of the honoured king of Spain, and now have to live in a stranger’s
house as the concubine and captive of another! And I swear unto God,
whose pleasure it is to dismay me thus, that I will rather seek my own
death as soon as I can; for I will endure no more misery, seeing that by
death I can escape it. And when Belazin saw that she thus lamented, he
said to her, Good dame, think not that we have concubines, but by our
law we may have seven wives, if we can maintain them, and therefore you
shall be my wife, like each of the others; and all things which your
law requires that a man should do for his wife, will I do for you; and
therefore you have no cause to lament; and be sure that I will do you
much honour, and will make all who love me serve and honour you, and you
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