The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
To which Auristella answered, "Prudent men look to the future as
well as to the present and the past. To inculpate your father in any
forcible act of detention, would awaken the wrath of Prince Arnoldo,
and he is a powerful prince, at least as great as your father; and a
deceived and disappointed monarch soon thinks of vengeance, and thus
instead of your gaining comfort by allying yourselves with us, we
should only bring you evil, involving your country in war: and if you
tell me that this will happen the same afterwards, whether we remain
now or return later, reflect that Heaven never sends misfortunes
without in time also offering a remedy. Therefore I am of opinion that
we go with Arnoldo, and that you discreetly and prudently solicit our
departure, and in so doing you will shorten our absence, and hasten
our return; and here, if it be not so large a country as Arnoldo's, we
may at least hope to enjoy peace and quiet more securely--I, with your
venerable and wise father, and you with my good and handsome brother,
without dividing us."
Sinforosa, on hearing her speak thus, quite beside herself with joy,
flung her arms round Auristella's neck, kissing her on the lips and
eyes. At this instant, the two seeming barbarians, Antonio and his son,
with Ricla and Constance, entered the room; and immediately after,
Maurice, Ladislaus and Transila followed, all wishing to see and speak
to Auristella, and learn what had caused her illness. Sinforosa took
leave, more joyful and even more deceived than when she came. They who
love, readily believe and catch at even the shadow of a promise of what
they wish.
After exchanging with Auristella the usual questions and answers that
pass between invalids and their visitors, Maurice said, "If even the
very beggar, when banished from his native land, where he leaves
nothing but the soil whereon he trod, feels regret, what must they
suffer who have left behind all that fortune could promise? I say this,
lady, because I am old and rapidly approaching my latter end, which
makes me wish earnestly to return home to my own country, where I have
friends and kindred who will close my eyes, and pay the last honours
to my remains. To attain this desirable end concerns us all equally,
for we are all foreigners and exiles, and all of us, I imagine, find
a charm in our own country we do not meet with in any other. If you,
lady, will solicit the king to assist our departure, or at least agree
that we shall try to effect it, it will be well; we cannot bear to
think of leaving you, for such is the power of your rare beauty and
great prudence that we consider you as the loadstone attracting us all."
"At least," said the elder Antonio, "I can answer for myself, for my
wife and children, that we would rather lose our lives than the company
of the lady, if she does not disdain ours."
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