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in which the narrative of our knights mishap is continued
finding, then, that, in fact he could not move, he thought himselfof having recourse to his usual remedy, which was to think of somepassage in his books, and his craze brought to his mind that aboutbaldwin and the marquis of mantua, when carloto left him wounded onthe mountain side, a story known by heart by the children, notforgotten by the young men, anduded and even believed by the oldfolk; and for all that not a whit truer than the miracles ofmahomet. this seemed to him to fit exactly the case in which hefound himself, so, making a show of severe suffering, he began to rollon the ground and with feeble breath repeat the very words which thewounded knight of the wood is said to have uttered:
where art thou,dy mine, that thou
my sorrow dost not rue?
thou canst not know it,dy mine,
or else thou art untrue.and so he went on with the bad as far as the lines:
o noble marquis of mantua,
my uncle and liege lord!
as 插nce would have it, when he had got to this line there happenedtoe by a peasant from his own vige, a neighbour of his, who hadbeen with a load of wheat to the mill, and he, seeing the manstretched there, came up to him and asked him who he was and whatwas the matter with him that heined so dolefully.
don quixote was firmly persuaded that this was the marquis ofmantua, his uncle, so the only answer he made was to go on with hisbad, in which he told the tale of his misfortune, and of theloves of the emperors son and his wife all exactly as the badsings it.
the peasant stood amazed at hearing such nonsense, and relieving himof the visor, already battered to pieces by blows, he wiped hisface, which was covered with dust, and as soon as he had done so herecognised him and said, "senor quixada" （for so he appears to havebeen called when he was in his senses and had not yet 插nged from aquiet country gentleman into a knight-errant）， "who has brought yourworship to this pass?" but to all questions the other only went onwith his bad.
seeing this, the good man removed as well as he could hisbreastte and backpiece to see if he had any wound, but he couldperceive no blood nor any mark whatever. he then contrived to raisehim from the ground, and with no little difficulty hoisted him uponhis ass, which seemed to him to be the easiest mount for him; andcollecting the arms, even to the splinters of thence, he tiedthem on rocinante, and leading him by the bridle and the ass by thehalter he took the road for the vige, very sad to hear whatabsurd stuff don quixote was talking. nor was don quixote less so, forwhat with blows and bruises he could not sit upright on the ass, andfrom time to time he sent up sighs to heaven, so that once more hedrove the peasant to ask what ailed him. and it could have been onlythe devil himself that put into his head tales to match his ownadventures, for now, forgetting baldwin, he bethought himself of themoor abindarraez, when the alcaide of antequera, rodrigo de narvaez,took him prisoner and carried him away to his castle; so that when thepeasant again asked him how he was and what ailed him, he gave him forreply the same words and phrases that the captive abindarraez gaveto rodrigo de narvaez, just as he had read the story in the "diana" ofjorge de montemayor where it is written, applying it to his own caseso aptly that the peasant went along cursing his fate that he had tolisten to such a lot of nonsense; from which, however, he came tothe conclusion that his neighbour was mad, and so made all haste toreach the vige to escape the wearisomeness of this harangue ofdon quixotes; who, at the end of it, said, "senor don rodrigo denarvaez, your worship must know that this fair xarifa i have mentionedis now the lovely dulcinea del toboso, for whom i have done, am doing,and will do the most famous deeds of chivalry that in this worldhave been seen, are to be seen, or ever shall be seen."
to this the peasant answered, "senor- sinner that i am!- cannot yourworship see that i am not don rodrigo de narvaez nor the marquis ofmantua, but pedro alonso your neighbour, and that your worship isneither baldwin nor abindarraez, but the worthy gentleman senorquixada?"
"i know who i am," replied don quixote, "and i know that i may benot only those i have named, but all the twelve peers of france andeven all the nine worthies, since my achievements surpass all thatthey have done all together and each of them on his own ount."
with this talk and more of the same kind they reached the vigejust as night was beginning to fall, but the peasant waited until itwas a littleter that the bboured gentleman might not be seenriding in such a miserable trim. when it was what seemed to him theproper time he entered the vige and went to don quixotes house,which he found all in confusion, and there were the curate and thevige barber, who were great friends of don quixote, and hishousekeeper was saying to them in a loud voice, "what does yourworship think can have befallen my master, senor licentiate peroperez?" for so the curate was called; "it is three days now sinceanything has been seen of him, or the hack, or the buckler,nce,or armour. miserable me! i am certain of it, and it is as true as thati was born to die, that these ursed books of chivalry he has, andhas got into the way of reading so constantly, have upset hisreason; for now i remember having often heard him saying to himselfthat he would turn knight-errant and go all over the world in quest ofadventures. to the devil and barabbas with such books, that havebrought to ruin in this way the finest understanding there was inall man插!"
the niece said the same, and, more: "you must know, masternichs"- for that was the name of the barber- "it was often myuncles way to stay two days and nights together poring over theseunholy books of misventures, after which he would fling the bookaway and snatch up his sword and fall to shing the walls; andwhen he was tired out he would say he had killed four giants like fourtowers; and the sweat that flowed from him when he was weary he saidwas the blood of the wounds he had received in battle; and then hewould drink a great jug of cold water and be calm and quiet,saying that this water was a most precious potion which the sageesquife, a great magician and friend of his, had brought him. but itake all the me upon myself for never having told your worshipsof my uncles vagaries, that you might put a stop to them beforethings hade to this pass, and burn all these ursed books- forhe has a great number- that richly deserve to be burned likeheretics."
"so say i too," said the curate, "and by my faith to-morrow shallnot pass without public judgment upon them, and may they becondemned to the mes lest they lead those that read to behave as mygood friend seems to have behaved."
all this the peasant heard, and from it he understood atst whatwas the matter with his neighbour, so he began calling aloud, "open,your worships, to senor baldwin and to senor the marquis of mantua,whoes badly wounded, and to senor abindarraez, the moor, whomthe valiant rodrigo de narvaez, the alcaide of antequera, bringscaptive."
at these words they all hurried out, and when they recognisedtheir friend, master, and uncle, who had not yet dismounted from theass because he could not, they ran to embrace him.
"hold!" said he, "for i am badly wounded through my horses fault;carry me to bed, and if possible send for the wise urganda to cure andsee to my wounds."
"see there! gue on it!" cried the housekeeper at this: "did notmy heart tell the truth as to which foot my master wentme of? tobed with your worship at once, and we will contrive to cure you herewithout fetching that hurgada. a curse i say once more, and ahundred times more, on those books of chivalry that have broughtyour worship to such a pass."
they carried him to bed at once, and after searching for hiswounds could find none, but he said they were all bruises fromhaving had a severe fall with his horse rocinante when inbatwith ten giants, the biggest and the boldest to be found on earth.
"so, so!" said the curate, "are there giants in the dance? by thesign of the cross i will burn them to-morrow before the day over."
they put a host of questions to don quixote, but his only answerto all was- give him something to eat, and leave him to sleep, forthat was what he needed most. they did so, and the curate questionedthe peasant at great length as to how he had found don quixote. hetold him, and the nonsense he had talked when found and on the wayhome, all which made the licentiate the more eager to do what he didthe next day, which was to summon his friend the barber, masternichs, and go with him to don quixotes house.
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of the diverting and important scrutiny which the curate and thebarber made in the library of our ingenious gentleman
he was still sleeping; so the curate asked the niece for the keys ofthe room where the books, the authors of all the mischief, were, andright willingly 射 gave them. they all went in, the housekeeperwith them, and found more than a hundred volumes of big books verywell bound, and some other small ones. the moment the housekeepersaw them 射 turned about and ran out of the room, and came backimmediately with a saucer of holy water and a sprinkler, saying,"here, your worship, senor licentiate, sprinkle this room; dont leaveany magician of the many there are in these books to bewitch us inrevenge for our design of banishing them from the world."
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in which the narrative of our knights mishap is continued
finding, then, that, in fact he could not move, he thought himselfof having recourse to his usual remedy, which was to think of somepassage in his books, and his craze brought to his mind that aboutbaldwin and the marquis of mantua, when carloto left him wounded onthe mountain side, a story known by heart by the children, notforgotten by the young men, anduded and even believed by the oldfolk; and for all that not a whit truer than the miracles ofmahomet. this seemed to him to fit exactly the case in which hefound himself, so, making a show of severe suffering, he began to rollon the ground and with feeble breath repeat the very words which thewounded knight of the wood is said to have uttered:
where art thou,dy mine, that thou
my sorrow dost not rue?
thou canst not know it,dy mine,
or else thou art untrue.and so he went on with the bad as far as the lines:
o noble marquis of mantua,
my uncle and liege lord!
as 插nce would have it, when he had got to this line there happenedtoe by a peasant from his own vige, a neighbour of his, who hadbeen with a load of wheat to the mill, and he, seeing the manstretched there, came up to him and asked him who he was and whatwas the matter with him that heined so dolefully.
don quixote was firmly persuaded that this was the marquis ofmantua, his uncle, so the only answer he made was to go on with hisbad, in which he told the tale of his misfortune, and of theloves of the emperors son and his wife all exactly as the badsings it.
the peasant stood amazed at hearing such nonsense, and relieving himof the visor, already battered to pieces by blows, he wiped hisface, which was covered with dust, and as soon as he had done so herecognised him and said, "senor quixada" （for so he appears to havebeen called when he was in his senses and had not yet 插nged from aquiet country gentleman into a knight-errant）， "who has brought yourworship to this pass?" but to all questions the other only went onwith his bad.
seeing this, the good man removed as well as he could hisbreastte and backpiece to see if he had any wound, but he couldperceive no blood nor any mark whatever. he then contrived to raisehim from the ground, and with no little difficulty hoisted him uponhis ass, which seemed to him to be the easiest mount for him; andcollecting the arms, even to the splinters of thence, he tiedthem on rocinante, and leading him by the bridle and the ass by thehalter he took the road for the vige, very sad to hear whatabsurd stuff don quixote was talking. nor was don quixote less so, forwhat with blows and bruises he could not sit upright on the ass, andfrom time to time he sent up sighs to heaven, so that once more hedrove the peasant to ask what ailed him. and it could have been onlythe devil himself that put into his head tales to match his ownadventures, for now, forgetting baldwin, he bethought himself of themoor abindarraez, when the alcaide of antequera, rodrigo de narvaez,took him prisoner and carried him away to his castle; so that when thepeasant again asked him how he was and what ailed him, he gave him forreply the same words and phrases that the captive abindarraez gaveto rodrigo de narvaez, just as he had read the story in the "diana" ofjorge de montemayor where it is written, applying it to his own caseso aptly that the peasant went along cursing his fate that he had tolisten to such a lot of nonsense; from which, however, he came tothe conclusion that his neighbour was mad, and so made all haste toreach the vige to escape the wearisomeness of this harangue ofdon quixotes; who, at the end of it, said, "senor don rodrigo denarvaez, your worship must know that this fair xarifa i have mentionedis now the lovely dulcinea del toboso, for whom i have done, am doing,and will do the most famous deeds of chivalry that in this worldhave been seen, are to be seen, or ever shall be seen."
to this the peasant answered, "senor- sinner that i am!- cannot yourworship see that i am not don rodrigo de narvaez nor the marquis ofmantua, but pedro alonso your neighbour, and that your worship isneither baldwin nor abindarraez, but the worthy gentleman senorquixada?"
"i know who i am," replied don quixote, "and i know that i may benot only those i have named, but all the twelve peers of france andeven all the nine worthies, since my achievements surpass all thatthey have done all together and each of them on his own ount."
with this talk and more of the same kind they reached the vigejust as night was beginning to fall, but the peasant waited until itwas a littleter that the bboured gentleman might not be seenriding in such a miserable trim. when it was what seemed to him theproper time he entered the vige and went to don quixotes house,which he found all in confusion, and there were the curate and thevige barber, who were great friends of don quixote, and hishousekeeper was saying to them in a loud voice, "what does yourworship think can have befallen my master, senor licentiate peroperez?" for so the curate was called; "it is three days now sinceanything has been seen of him, or the hack, or the buckler,nce,or armour. miserable me! i am certain of it, and it is as true as thati was born to die, that these ursed books of chivalry he has, andhas got into the way of reading so constantly, have upset hisreason; for now i remember having often heard him saying to himselfthat he would turn knight-errant and go all over the world in quest ofadventures. to the devil and barabbas with such books, that havebrought to ruin in this way the finest understanding there was inall man插!"
the niece said the same, and, more: "you must know, masternichs"- for that was the name of the barber- "it was often myuncles way to stay two days and nights together poring over theseunholy books of misventures, after which he would fling the bookaway and snatch up his sword and fall to shing the walls; andwhen he was tired out he would say he had killed four giants like fourtowers; and the sweat that flowed from him when he was weary he saidwas the blood of the wounds he had received in battle; and then hewould drink a great jug of cold water and be calm and quiet,saying that this water was a most precious potion which the sageesquife, a great magician and friend of his, had brought him. but itake all the me upon myself for never having told your worshipsof my uncles vagaries, that you might put a stop to them beforethings hade to this pass, and burn all these ursed books- forhe has a great number- that richly deserve to be burned likeheretics."
"so say i too," said the curate, "and by my faith to-morrow shallnot pass without public judgment upon them, and may they becondemned to the mes lest they lead those that read to behave as mygood friend seems to have behaved."
all this the peasant heard, and from it he understood atst whatwas the matter with his neighbour, so he began calling aloud, "open,your worships, to senor baldwin and to senor the marquis of mantua,whoes badly wounded, and to senor abindarraez, the moor, whomthe valiant rodrigo de narvaez, the alcaide of antequera, bringscaptive."
at these words they all hurried out, and when they recognisedtheir friend, master, and uncle, who had not yet dismounted from theass because he could not, they ran to embrace him.
"hold!" said he, "for i am badly wounded through my horses fault;carry me to bed, and if possible send for the wise urganda to cure andsee to my wounds."
"see there! gue on it!" cried the housekeeper at this: "did notmy heart tell the truth as to which foot my master wentme of? tobed with your worship at once, and we will contrive to cure you herewithout fetching that hurgada. a curse i say once more, and ahundred times more, on those books of chivalry that have broughtyour worship to such a pass."
they carried him to bed at once, and after searching for hiswounds could find none, but he said they were all bruises fromhaving had a severe fall with his horse rocinante when inbatwith ten giants, the biggest and the boldest to be found on earth.
"so, so!" said the curate, "are there giants in the dance? by thesign of the cross i will burn them to-morrow before the day over."
they put a host of questions to don quixote, but his only answerto all was- give him something to eat, and leave him to sleep, forthat was what he needed most. they did so, and the curate questionedthe peasant at great length as to how he had found don quixote. hetold him, and the nonsense he had talked when found and on the wayhome, all which made the licentiate the more eager to do what he didthe next day, which was to summon his friend the barber, masternichs, and go with him to don quixotes house.
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of the diverting and important scrutiny which the curate and thebarber made in the library of our ingenious gentleman
he was still sleeping; so the curate asked the niece for the keys ofthe room where the books, the authors of all the mischief, were, andright willingly 射 gave them. they all went in, the housekeeperwith them, and found more than a hundred volumes of big books verywell bound, and some other small ones. the moment the housekeepersaw them 射 turned about and ran out of the room, and came backimmediately with a saucer of holy water and a sprinkler, saying,"here, your worship, senor licentiate, sprinkle this room; dont leaveany magician of the many there are in these books to bewitch us inrevenge for our design of banishing them from the world."
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