French fiction -- Translations into English; Italian fiction -- Translations into English
not knowing well what the same might be. When they were come to
the Castle, and dismounted from their Horsses, many Welcomes and
Gratulations were made to the knight, which yelded more wood to
the fire, and liuely touched the yong Gentleman, who was so
outraged with loue, as almost he had no minde of himselfe, and
rapt by litle, and little, was so intoxicated with an Amorous
passion, as all other thoughtes were lothsome, and Ioye
displeasaunt in respect of the fauourable Martirdome which hee
suffered by thinking of his fayre and gentle Gineura. Thus the
knight which in the morning disposed him selfe to pursue the
Hart, was in heart so attached, as at euening he was become a
Seruaunt, yea and sutch a Slaue, as that voluntary seruitude
wholly dispossessed him from his former Freedome. These be the
fruictes also of Folly, inuegling the lookes of men, that launch
themselues with eyes shut into the Gulfe of despayre which in
ende doth cause the ruin and ouerthrow of him, that yeldeth
thereunto. Loue proceedeth neuer but of opinion: so likewise the
ill order of those that bee afflicted with that Passion, ryseth
not elswhere, but by the fond persuasion which they conceiyue,
to bee Blamed, Despised, and deceyued of the thing beloued:
where if they measured that passion according to his valor, they
would make no more accoumpt of that which doth torment them,
than they do of their health, honor, and life, which loue for
their great seruice and labor deludeth them, and recompenseth
another with that for which the foolish Louer imployeth thys
trauel, which at length doth haste despaire, and ende more than
desperate, when an other enioy that, for which hee hath so longe
time beate the Bushes. During the time that supper was
preparyng, the Lady sente hir men to seeke the huntesmen of Dom
Diego, to gyue them knowledge where he was become, and thereof
to certify his mother, who when she heard tell that her sonne
was lodged there, was very glad beyng a ryght good fryend and
very familiar Neighbor with the Lady, the hostesse of Dom Diego.
The Gentleman at supper after he had tasted the feruent heate
that broyled in his Minde, coulde eate little meate, beinge
satisfied with the feeding diete of his Amorous eyes, which
without any maner of Iealousie, distributed their nourishment to
the heart, who sat very soberly, priuily throwing his secretly
Prickes, with louely, and wanton lookes, vppon the heart of the
fayre Lady, which for hir part spared not to render vsury of
rolling regardes, whereof he was so sparing, as almost he durst
not lift vp his eyes for dazeling of them. After Supper, the
knight bidding the mother and Daughter good night, went to Bed,
where in steede of sleepe, he fell to sighinge and imageninge a
thousande diuers deuises, fantasiyng like number of follies,
sutch as they doe whose Braynes be fraught loue. “Alas,” (sayde
hee) “what meaneth it, that alwayes I haue lyued in so great
liberty, and nowe doe feele my self attached with sutch bondage
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account