Voltaire's Romances, Complete in One Volume — Voltaire — John Shaqi
Voltaire's Romances, Complete in One Volume
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"Had it been the right eye," said he, "I could easily have cured it; but
the wounds of the left eye are incurable."
All Babylon lamented the fate of Zadig, and admired the profound
knowledge of Hermes. In two days the abscess broke of its own accord,
and Zadig was perfectly cured. Hermes wrote a book, to prove that it
ought not to have been cured. Zadig did not read it: but, as soon as he
was able to go abroad, he went to pay a visit to her in whom all his
hopes of happiness were centered, and for whose sake alone he wished to
have eyes. Semira had been in the country for three days past. He
learned on the road, that that fine lady, having openly declared that
she had an unconquerable aversion to one-eyed men, had the night before
given her hand to Orcan. At this news he fell speechless to the ground.
His sorrows brought him almost to the brink of the grave. He was long
indisposed; but reason at last got the better of his affliction; and the
severity of his fate served even to console him.
"Since," said he, "I have suffered so much from the cruel caprice of a
woman educated at court, I must now think of marrying the daughter of a
citizen."
He pitched upon Azora, a lady of the greatest prudence, and of the best
family in town. He married her, and lived with her for three months in
all the delights of the most tender union. He only observed that she had
a little levity; and was too apt to find that those young men who had
the most handsome persons were likewise possessed of the most wit and
virtue.
II.
THE NOSE.
One morning Azora returned from a walk in a terrible passion and
uttering the most violent exclamations.
"What aileth thee," said he, "my dear spouse? What is it that can thus
have disturbed thee?"
"Alas!" said she, "thou wouldst have been as much enraged as I am, hadst
thou seen what I have just beheld. I have been to comfort the young
widow Cosrou, who, within these two days, hath raised a tomb to her
young husband, near the rivulet that washes the skirts of this meadow.
She vowed to heaven, in the bitterness of her grief, to remain at this
tomb whilst the water of the rivulet should continue to run near it."
"Well," said Zadig, "she is an excellent woman, and loved her husband
with the most sincere affection."
"Ah!" replied Azora, "didst thou but know in what she was employed when
I went to wait upon her!"
"In what, pray tell me, beautiful Azora? Was she turning the course of
the rivulet?"
Azora broke out into such long invectives, and loaded the young widow
with such bitter reproaches, that Zadig was far from being pleased with
this ostentation of virtue.