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
“The false Hermit said, Now thou thyself manifestest that he was not
so worthy as a man ought to be who knows that which is to come. For
according to thy words, he knew not that I should come here, who can
say mass if I please; and if there be good judgement in thee, thou wilt
understand that I must needs be nearer to God, because I know all which
he had commanded thee to do, and also how he was to die. And I can know
better in what place he is, than he who has commanded thee to observe
this rule, knew concerning himself while he was here. But this I tell
thee, that as I came to teach thee the way in which thou shouldst live,
and thou wilt not follow my directions, I will return as I came. And now
I marvel not at any thing which has befallen thee, for thou hast a right
stubborn heart; hard and painful wilt thou find the way of thy salvation,
and in vain wilt thou do all this, for it is a thing which profiteth
nothing.
Ch. 247.—_Of the Reply which King Don Rodrigo made to the false Hermit._
“Good man, said the King, all that thou shalt command me to do beyond the
rule which the holy Hermit appointed me, that will I do; that in which my
penance may be more severe, willingly will I do it. But in other manner I
will not take thy counsel; and as thou hast talked enough of this, leave
me, therefore, to my prayers. And then the King bent his knees, and began
to go on with his rule. And the false Hermit when he saw this, departed,
and returned not again for a month; and all that time the King maintained
his penance, in the manner which had been appointed him. And by reason
that he ate only of that black bread, and drank only water, his flesh
fell away, and he became such that there was not a man in the world who
would have known him. Thus he remained in the hermitage, thinking of no
other thing than to implore the mercy of God that he would pardon him.
Ch. 248.—_Of what the false Hermit said to King Don Rodrigo to dispart
him from his rule._
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