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
"I was sought out and removed by my servants; I returned to my own
country, not daring to raise my eyes from the earth, so heavy was the
sense of my dishonour, and the weight of my infamy: in the looks of my
friends I fancied I read their condemnation; the Heavens themselves
seemed obscured for me. Hardly could two or three neighbours meet to
chat together in the street, but I fancied their discourse must be
about my disgrace; and at length I grew so oppressed with melancholy
and my sad fancies, that to escape from, or at least alleviate their
bitterness, I determined to quit my native land, and renouncing my
inheritance in favour of a younger brother, to banish myself entirely
from my native country and home. I went away in a vessel, with a few
servants, and came to these northern parts, to seek some spot where the
story of my shameful defeat should be unknown, and where my name might
be buried in obscurity.
"By chance I found this little isle--its appearance pleased me; with
the assistance of my servants I built this hermitage, and shut myself
up in it; I then dismissed them, but desired that once in each year
they would come and see me, in order to bury my remains. The love they
bore me, and the gifts which I bestowed on them, made them willingly
obey my requests, for I will not call them commands. They departed, and
left me to my solitude, wherein I found such pleasant company in these
trees, herbs, and flowers, clear streams, and babbling brooks, that I
lamented I had not sooner escaped from my sorrows. O sweet solitude!
friend of the unhappy! O silence, how welcome art thou, without fear
of the voice of the flatterer, or the slanderer. How much could I not
say, sirs, in favour of this holy solitude and wholesome silence; but
I must stop myself to tell you, how in a year my servants returned,
and brought with them my adored Eusebia, whom you see in this sister
hermit. She had heard from my servants of the retreat which I had
found; and in recompense for my love, and compassion for my disgrace,
she resolved to bear me company in my trouble, as we had both been
innocent of all guilt, and had not been companions in crime: so
embarking with them, she left her home and her country, her wealth and
comforts, and what was more than all, she left her good name and honour
to become the public talk, since by her flight she confirmed the report
of our mutual fault.
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