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 King was in his oratory one Sunday toward nightfall, just as the
sun was setting, when he saw a man coming toward him, clad in such guise
as is fitting for one who follows arms. And as he looked at him, he saw
that it was the Count Don Julian who approached; and he saw that behind
him there came a great power of armed people. And the false Count, when
he drew nigh, made obeisance to him; and the King was amazed at seeing
him, for he knew him well: nevertheless he remained still. And the false
Count came to him, and would have kissed his hand, but the King would
not give it, neither would he rise up from the oratory: and the false
Count knelt upon the ground before him, and said, Sir, forasmuch as I
am he who sinned against thee like a man who is a traitor to his Lord,
and as I did it with great wrath and fury, which possessed my heart
through the strength of the Devil, our Lord God hath had compassion upon
me, and would not that I should be utterly lost, nor that Spain should
be destroyed, nor that thou, sir, shouldst be put down from thy great
honour and state, and the great lordship which thou hadst in Spain. And
he has shown me, in a revelation, how thou wert here in this hermitage
doing this great penance for thy sins. Wherefore I say to thee, that
thou shouldst do justice upon me, and take vengeance according to thy
will, as upon one who deserves it, for I acknowledge that thou wert my
lord, and also the great treason into which I have fallen. Wherefore,
sir, I pray and beseech thee by the one only God, that thou wilt take
the power of Spain, which is there awaiting thee, and that thou wilt go
forth to defend the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, and suffer not that
poor Spain, should be utterly destroyed, seeing that thou canst defend it
and protect it. And then Count Julian drew his sword, and gave it to the
King, saying, Sir, take this my sword, and with thine own hand do justice
upon me, and take such vengeance as thou pleasest; for I will suffer it
with much patience, seeing I have sinned against thee. And the King was
greatly troubled at his sight, and at his words also, and knew not what
he should do, neither what he should say. Howbeit, presently he called to
mind what the Holy Spirit of God had said to him, how he should take heed
lest the Devil should subdue him; and so he said nothing, but continued
in his prayer. And the false Count Don Julian said to him, Sir, wilt thou
not turn for the Holy Faith of Jesus Christ, which is utterly going to
destruction? rise up and defend it, for I bring thee a full great power;
and thus thou wilt serve God and recover the honour which thou hadst
lost. Rise then and go forth, and have pity upon miserable Spain, which
is about to be lost; and have compassion also upon so many people as are
perishing for want of a Lord who should defend them. Now all these words
were only meant to deceive him, for it was the Devil who had taken the
form of Count Don Julian, and not the Count himself.
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