Rosalynde; or, Euphues' Golden LegacyLodge, Thomas
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Rosalynde; or, Euphues' Golden Legacy
Lodge, Thomas
Rosalind (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
"O sir," quoth Saladyne, "this Rosader that wrings tears from mine
eyes, and blood from my heart, was like my father in exterior
personage and in inward qualities; for in the prime of his years he
aimed all his acts at honor, and coveted rather to die than to brook
any injury unworthy a gentleman's credit. I, whom envy had made blind,
and covetousness masked with the veil of self-love, seeing the palm
tree grow straight, thought to suppress it being a twig; but nature
will have her course, the cedar will be tall, the diamond bright, the
carbuncle glistering, and virtue will shine though it be never so much
obscured. For I kept Rosader as a slave, and used him as one of my
servile hinds, until age grew on, and a secret insight of my abuse
entered into his mind; insomuch, that he could not brook it, but
coveted to have what his father left him, and to live of himself. To
be short, sir, I repined at his fortunes, and he counterchecked me,
not with ability but valor, until at last, by my friends and aid of
such as followed gold more than right or virtue, I banished him from
Bordeaux, and he, poor gentleman, lives no man knows where, in some
distressed discontent. The gods, not able to suffer such impiety
unrevenged, so wrought, that the king picked a causeless quarrel
against me in hope to have my lands, and so hath exiled me out of
France for ever. Thus, thus, sir, am I the most miserable of all men,
as having a blemish in my thoughts for the wrongs I proffered Rosader,
and a touch in my state to be thrown from my proper possessions by
injustice. Passionate thus with many griefs, in penance of my former
follies I go thus pilgrim-like to seek out my brother, that I may
reconcile myself to him in all submission, and afterward wend to the
Holy Land, to end my years in as many virtues as I have spent my youth
in wicked vanities."
Rosader, hearing the resolution of his brother Saladyne, began to
compassionate his sorrows, and not able to smother the sparks of
nature with feigned secrecy, he burst into these loving speeches:
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