French fiction -- Translations into English; Italian fiction -- Translations into English
oughte thus to hide yourselfe? Do you think me so to be blynd,
that I know not ryght well, that you are Dom Diego, that is so
renoumed for vertue and prowesse? I would not haue tarried here
so longe, but to carry away a power to reioyce two persons, you
being the one, by withdrawing your selfe from this heauy and
vnseemely Wyldernesse, and my selfe the other, to enioy your
Company, and by bearyng newes to your fryends, who sith your
departure, do bewaile and lament the same.” Dom Diego seeing
that he was not able to conceyle the truth of that which was
euidently seene, and the louing imbracements of his best
Friende, began to feele a certayne tendernesse of heart lyke
vnto that whych the Mother conceyueth, when she recouereth hir
Sonne that is long absent, or the chaste wyfe, the presence of
hir deare Husband, when she clepeth him betwene hir armes, and
frankely culleth and cherisheth hym at hir pleasure. For whych
cause not able to refrain any longer for ioy and sorrow
together, weping and sighing began to imbrace him wyth so good
and hearty affection, as with good wyl the other had sought and
longed to knowe where he was. And being come againe to himself,
he sayd to his faithfull and most louinge friend: “Oh God, how
vneasy and difficult be thy iudgments to comprehend? I had
thought to liue here miserably, vnknowen to al the world, and
behold, I am here discouered, when I thought least of it. I am
indeede” (quod he to Roderico) “that wretched and vnfortunate
Dom Diego, euen that thy very great and louing fryend, who weary
of his lyfe, afflycted wyth his vnhap, and tormented by fortune,
is retyred into these desertes to accomplysh the ouerplus of the
rest of his il luck. Now sith that I haue satisfied you herein,
I beseech you that being content wyth my sighte, yee wyll get
you hence and leaue me heere to performe that lyttle remnant
whych I haue to lyue, without telling to any person that I am
aliue, or yet to manifeste the place of my abode.” “What is that
you say sir,” (sayd Roderico) “are you so farre straught from
your ryght wits, to haue a minde to continue this brutal Lyfe,
to depryue al your friends from the ioy whych they receiue by
inioying your company? Think I pray you that God hath caused vs
to be born noble men, and hauing power and authority not to lyue
in Corners, or be buryed amid the slauery of the popular sort,
or remain idle within great palaces or secrete Corners, but
rather to illustrat and giue lyght with the example of our
vertue to those that shal apply themselues to our dexterity of
good behauior, and do lyue as depending vpon our edicts and
commaundments: I appeale to your faith, what good shall succede
to your subiects, who haue both heard and also knowne the
benefit bestowed vppon them by God, for that hee gaue them a
Lord so modest and vertuous, and before they haue experimented
the effect of his goodnesse and Vertue, depriued of him, that is
adorned and garnished with sutch perfections? What comfort,
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