Letters118 Letter CXVIII. To Beatrice, a noble and religious lady
Letter CXVIII. To Beatrice, a noble and religious lady
He commends her love and anxious care.
I wonder at your zealous devotion and loving affection towards me. I ask, excellent lady, what can possibly inspire in you such great interest and solicitude for us? If we had been sons or grandsons, if we had been united to you by the most distant tie of relationship, your constant kindnesses, frequent visits, in a word, the numberless proofs of your affection that we experience daily, would seem to deserve, not so much our wonder, as our acceptance as a matter of obligation. But as, in common with the rest of mankind, we recognize in you only a great lady, and not a mother, the wonder is not that we should wonder at your goodness, but that we can wonder sufficiently. For who of our kinsfolk and acquaintance takes care of us? Who ever asks of our health? Who, I ask, is, I will not say anxious, but even mindful of us in the world? We are become, as it were, a broken vessel to friends, relatives, and neighbours. You alone cannot forget us. You ask of the state and condition of my health, of the journey I have just accomplished, of the monks whom I have transferred to another place. Of them I may briefly reply, that out of a desert land, from a place of grim and vast solitude, they have been brought into a place where nothing is wanting to them, neither possessions, nor buildings, nor friends; into a rich land and a lovely dwelling-place. I left them happy and peaceful; in happiness and peace, too, I returned; except that for a few days I was troubled with so severe a return of fever that I was in fear of death. But by God's mercy I soon got well again, so that now I think I am stronger and better after my journey is over than before it began.
Miror tuae devotionis studium, tuae erga nos dilectionis affectum. O bona domina, quid tibi et nobis? unde tanta tibi sollicitudo de nobis? Si filii, si nepotes, si vel aliqua extrema propinquitatis linea tibi juncti essemus, tua crebra beneficia, frequentes salutationes, innumera denique tui amoris insignia, quae quotidie experimur, non tam nobis miranda viderentur, quam ex debito suscipienda. Nunc autem cum genere tantum dominam, non matrem te cognoscamus, non mirum si miramur, sed mirum si satis mirari possumus. Quis enim notorum vel cognatorum nostrorum curam habet de nobis? quis unquam de nostra salute interrogat? quis, inquam, non dico sollicitus, sed vel memor nostri est in saeculo? Amicis, propinquis, vicinis nostris facti sumus tanquam vas perditum: sola nos oblivisci non potes. Inquiris de esse et statu sanitatis nostrae, de via quam nuper egimus, de monachis, quos ad alium locum transtulimus. De quibus breviter respondeo quod de terra deserta et de loco horroris et vastae solitudinis introducti sunt in abundantiam rerum, aedium et amicorum; in terram denique fertilem, et locum amoenae habitationis. Laetos itaque et in pace reliquimus, laeti nos et in pace reversi sumus; praeter quod ego paucis diebus, sed non parum, febre redeunte, ita ut mori timerem, aggravatus fui. Sed rursum, Deo miserante, cito convalui, ita ut nunc fortiorem sanioremque me sentiam post viam peractam, quam ante inchoatam.