Do not go to
such an extreme, for your grief is death to me. Stop your crying
and put on a happy face for the people to see."
The princess answered:
"Oh emperor, my lord, life-giver of this miserable daughter!
Your Majesty truly wants to console my grief! Oh, poor me, I
cannot hold back my tears!"
When the poor father saw his daughter and the other women crying,
he could not bear to remain in her chambers, and with his
terrible anguish he left. Then the princess sat on the bed and
said:
"Come, my faithful maidens, and help me undress, for there will
be time enough to cry."
And she prepared her body in the most comely way she could, and
said:
"I am the infanta who hoped to rule over the entire empire of
Greece. It is my duty to move everyone here to grief and
compassion for the death of the virtuous and blessed knight,
Tirant lo Blanc. Oh, my Tirant, out of grief for your death let
our right hands wound our breasts and tear at our faces so that
our misery will be so much greater, for you were our shield and
the shield of the whole empire.
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