The pain that the empress felt as she saw Hippolytus going on
board the galley cannot be described. When Plaerdemavida was on
board, Tirant paid no attention to her. But she insisted, and
said to him:
"Oh, cruel knight! Who has turned your thoughts? To leave such
a virtuous lady, who has more dignity and virtue than anyone in
the world, without so much as telling her goodbye! If you want
her life to be sad and to hasten her death, don't go back on
land, and don't look at her. But if you want to restore her
bitter life, let her see your lordship for a short time."
When she had said this she could no longer hold back her tears,
and she wrapped her cloak around herself, and moaned softly but
would say no more. Tirant wanted to reply to what Plaerdemavida
had told him, and very softly so that no one could hear him he
said:
"Her beauty and discretion so far surpasses all the others that
only a madman could compare anyone else with her. But I saw this
lady with the black gardener, Lauseta, and she was not thinking
of me at all.
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