don quixote kept calling to them to give him rope and more rope, andthey gave it out little by little, and by the time the calls, whichcame out of the cave as out of a pipe, ceased to be heard they had letdown the hundred fathoms of rope. they were inclined to pull donquixote up again, as they could give him no more rope; however, theywaited about half an hour, at the end of which time they began togather in the rope again with great ease and without feeling anyweight, which made them fancy don quixote was remaining below; andpersuaded that it was so, sancho wept bitterly, and hauled away ingreat haste in order to settle the question. when, however, they hae to, as it seemed, rather more than eighty fathoms they felt aweight, at which they were greatly delighted; and atst, at tenfathoms more, they saw don quixote distinctly, and sancho called outto him, saying, "wee back, senor, for we had begun to think youwere going to stop there to found a family." but don quixoteanswered not a word, and drawing him out entirely they perceived hehad his eyes shut and every appearance of being fast asleep.
they stretched him on the ground and untied him, but still he didnot awake; however, they rolled him back and forwards and shook andpulled him about, so that after some time he came to himself,stretching himself just as if he were waking up from a deep andsound sleep, and looking about him he said, "god forgive you, friends;ye have taken me away from the sweetest and most delightfulexistence and spectacle that ever human being enjoyed or beheld. nowindeed do i know that all the pleasures of this life pass away likea shadow and a dream, or fade like the flower of the field. oill-fated montesinos! o sore-wounded durandarte! o unhappy belerma!o tearful guadiana, and ye o hapless daughters of ruidera who showin your waves the tears that flowed from your beauteous eyes!"
the cousin and sancho panza listened with deep attention to thewords of don quixote, who uttered them as though with immense painhe drew them up from his very bowels. they begged of him to exinhimself, and tell them what he had seen in that hell down there.
"hell do you call it?" said don quixote; "call it by no such name,for it does not deserve it, as ye shall soon see."
he then begged them to give him something to eat, as he was veryhungry. they spread the cousins sackcloth on the grass, and put thestores of the alforjas into requisition, and all three sitting downlovingly and sociably, they made a luncheon and a supper of it allin one; and when the sackcloth was removed, don quixote of man插said, "let no one rise, and attend to me, my sons, both of you."
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of the wonderful things the iparable don quixote said he sawin the profound cave of montesinos, the impossibility and magnitude ofwhich cause this adventure to be deemed apocryphal
it was about four in the afternoon when the sun, veiled in clouds,with subdued light and tempered beams, enabled don quixote torte, without heat or inconvenience, what he had seen in the cave ofmontesinos to his two illustrious hearers, and he began as follows:
"a matter of some twelve or fourteen times a mans height down inthis pit, on the right-hand side, there is a recess or space, roomyenough to contain arge cart with its mules. a little lightreaches it through some chinks or crevices,municating with itand open to the surface of the earth. this recess or space i perceivedwhen i was already growing weary and disgusted at finding myselfhanging suspended by the rope, travelling downwards into that darkregion without any certainty or knowledge of where i was going, so iresolved to enter it and rest myself for a while. i called out,telling you not to let out more rope until i bade you, but youcannot have heard me. i then gathered in the rope you were sending me,and making a coil or pile of it i seated myself upon it, ruminatingand considering what i was to do to lower myself to the bottom, havingno one to hold me up; and as i was thus deep in thought andperplexity, suddenly and without provocation a profound sleep fellupon me, and when i least expected it, i know not how, i awoke andfound myself in the midst of the most beautiful, delightful meadowthat nature could produce or the most lively human imaginationconceive. i opened my eyes, i rubbed them, and found i was notasleep but thoroughly awake. nevertheless, i felt my head and breastto satisfy myself whether it was i myself who was there or someempty delusive phantom; but touch, feeling, the collected thoughtsthat passed through my mind, all convinced me that i was the same thenand there that i am this moment. next there presented itself to mysight a stately royal pce or castle, with walls that seemed builtof clear transparent crystal; and through two great doors thatopened wide therein, i sawing forth and advancing towards me avenerable old man, d in a long gown of mulberry-coloured serge thattrailed upon the ground. on his shoulders and breast he had a greensatin collegiate hood, and covering his head a ck mnesebo, and his snow-white beard fell below his girdle. he carriedno arms whatever, nothing but a rosary of beads bigger than fair-sizedfilberts, each tenth bead being like a moderate ostrich egg; hisbearing, his gait, his dignity and imposing presence held mespellbound and wondering. he approached me, and the first thing he didwas to embrace me closely, and then he said to me, for a long timenow, o valiant knight don quixote of man插, we who are hereen插nted in these solitudes have been hoping to see thee, that thoumayest make known to the world what is shut up and concealed in thisdeep cave, called the cave of montesinos, which thou hast entered,an achievement reserved for thy invincible heart and stupendouscourage alone to attempt.e with me, illustrious sir, and i willshow thee the marvels hidden within this transparent castle, whereof iam the alcaide and perpetual warden; for i am montesinos himself, fromwhom the cave takes its name.
"the instant he told me he was montesinos, i asked him if thestory they told in the world above here was true, that he had takenout the heart of his great friend durandarte from his breast with alittle dagger, and carried it to thedy belerma, as his friendwhen at the point of death hadmanded him. he said in reply thatthey spoke the truth in every respect except as to the dagger, forit was not a dagger, nor little, but a burni射d poniard sharperthan an awl."
"that poniard must have been made by ramon de hoces thesevillian," said sancho.
"i do not know," said don quixote; "it could not have been by thatponiard maker, however, because ramon de hoces was a man of yesterday,and the affair of roncesvalles, where this mishap urred, was longago; but the question is of no great importance, nor does it affect ormake any alteration in the truth or substance of the story."
"that is true," said the cousin; "continue, senor don quixote, for iam listening to you with the greatest pleasure in the world."
"and with no less do i tell the tale," said don quixote; "and so, toproceed- the venerable montesinos led me into the pce of crystal,where, in a lower 插mber, strangely cool and entirely of baster,was an borately wrought marble tomb, upon which i beheld, stretchedat full length, a knight, not of bronze, or marble, or jasper, asare seen on other tombs, but of actual flesh and bone. his righthand （which seemed to me somewhat hairy and sinewy, a sign of greatstrength in its owner）y on the side of his heart; but before icould put any question to montesinos, he, seeing me gazing at the tombin amazement, said to me, this is my friend durandarte, flower andmirror of the true lovers and valiant knights of his time. he i射ld en插nted here, as i myself and many others are, by that frenchen插nter merlin, who, they say, was the devils son; but my beliefis, not that he was the devils son, but that he knew, as the sayingis, a point more than the devil. how or why he en插nted us, no oneknows, but time will tell, and i suspect that time is not far off.what i marvel at is, that i know it to be as sure as that it is nowday, that durandarte ended his life in my arms, and that, after hisdeath, i took out his heart with my own hands; and indeed it must haveweighed more than two pounds, for, ording to naturalists, he whohas arge heart is morergely endowed with valour than he whohas a small one. then, as this is the case, and as the knight didreally die, howes it that he now moans and sighs from time totime, as if he were still alive?
"as he said this, the wretched durandarte cried out in a loud voice:
o cousin montesinos!
t was myst request of thee,
when my soul hath left the body,
and that lying dead i be,
with thy poniard or thy dagger
cut the heart from out my breast,
and bear it to belerma.
this was myst request.on hearing which, the venerable montesinos fell on his knees beforethe unhappy knight, and with tearful eyes eximed, long since,senor durandarte, my beloved cousin, long since have i done what youbade me on that sad day when i lost you; i took out your heart as wes i could, not leaving an atom of it in your breast, i wiped itwith ace handkerchief, and i took the road to france with it,having firstid you in the bosom of the earth with tears enough towash and cleanse my hands of the blood that covered them afterwandering among your bowels; and more by token, o cousin of my soul,at the first vige i came to after leaving roncesvalles, i sprinkleda little salt upon your heart to keep it sweet, and bring it, if notfresh, at least pickled, into the presence of thedy belerma,whom, together with you, myself, guadiana your squire, the duennaruidera and her seven daughters and two nieces, and many more ofyour friends and acquaintances, the sage merlin has been keepingen插nted here these many years; and although more than five hundredhave gone by, not one of us has died; ruidera and her daughters andnieces alone are missing, and these, because of the tears they 射d,merlin, out of thepassion he seems to have felt for them,插nged into so manykes, which to this day in the world of theliving, and in the province of man插, are called thekes ofruidera. the seven daughters belong to the kings of spain and thetwo nieces to the knights of a very holy order called the order of st.john. guadiana your squire, likewise bewailing your fate, was插nged into a river of his own name, but when he came to thesurface and beheld the sun of another heaven, so great was his griefat finding he was leaving you, that he plunged into the bowels ofthe earth; however, as he cannot help following his natural course, hefrom time to timees forth and shows himself to the sun and theworld. thekes aforesaid send him their waters, and with these,and others thate to him, he makes a grand and imposing entranceinto portugal; but for all that, go where he may, he shows hismncholy and sadness, and takes no pride in breeding dainty choicefish, only coarse and tasteless sorts, very different from those ofthe golden tagus. all this that i tell you now, o cousin mine, ihave told you many times before, and as you make no answer, i fearthat either you believe me not, or do not hear me, whereat i feelgod knows what grief. i have now news to give you, which, if it servesnot to alleviate your sufferings, will not in any wise increasethem. know that you have here before you （open your eyes and youwill see） that great knight of whom the sage merlin has prophesiedsuch great things; that don quixote of man插 i mean, who hasagain, and to better purpose than in past times, revived in these daysknight-errantry, long since forgotten, and by whose intervention andaid it may be we shall be disen插nted; for great deeds are reservedfor great men.
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they stretched him on the ground and untied him, but still he didnot awake; however, they rolled him back and forwards and shook andpulled him about, so that after some time he came to himself,stretching himself just as if he were waking up from a deep andsound sleep, and looking about him he said, "god forgive you, friends;ye have taken me away from the sweetest and most delightfulexistence and spectacle that ever human being enjoyed or beheld. nowindeed do i know that all the pleasures of this life pass away likea shadow and a dream, or fade like the flower of the field. oill-fated montesinos! o sore-wounded durandarte! o unhappy belerma!o tearful guadiana, and ye o hapless daughters of ruidera who showin your waves the tears that flowed from your beauteous eyes!"
the cousin and sancho panza listened with deep attention to thewords of don quixote, who uttered them as though with immense painhe drew them up from his very bowels. they begged of him to exinhimself, and tell them what he had seen in that hell down there.
"hell do you call it?" said don quixote; "call it by no such name,for it does not deserve it, as ye shall soon see."
he then begged them to give him something to eat, as he was veryhungry. they spread the cousins sackcloth on the grass, and put thestores of the alforjas into requisition, and all three sitting downlovingly and sociably, they made a luncheon and a supper of it allin one; and when the sackcloth was removed, don quixote of man插said, "let no one rise, and attend to me, my sons, both of you."
插pter xxiii
of the wonderful things the iparable don quixote said he sawin the profound cave of montesinos, the impossibility and magnitude ofwhich cause this adventure to be deemed apocryphal
it was about four in the afternoon when the sun, veiled in clouds,with subdued light and tempered beams, enabled don quixote torte, without heat or inconvenience, what he had seen in the cave ofmontesinos to his two illustrious hearers, and he began as follows:
"a matter of some twelve or fourteen times a mans height down inthis pit, on the right-hand side, there is a recess or space, roomyenough to contain arge cart with its mules. a little lightreaches it through some chinks or crevices,municating with itand open to the surface of the earth. this recess or space i perceivedwhen i was already growing weary and disgusted at finding myselfhanging suspended by the rope, travelling downwards into that darkregion without any certainty or knowledge of where i was going, so iresolved to enter it and rest myself for a while. i called out,telling you not to let out more rope until i bade you, but youcannot have heard me. i then gathered in the rope you were sending me,and making a coil or pile of it i seated myself upon it, ruminatingand considering what i was to do to lower myself to the bottom, havingno one to hold me up; and as i was thus deep in thought andperplexity, suddenly and without provocation a profound sleep fellupon me, and when i least expected it, i know not how, i awoke andfound myself in the midst of the most beautiful, delightful meadowthat nature could produce or the most lively human imaginationconceive. i opened my eyes, i rubbed them, and found i was notasleep but thoroughly awake. nevertheless, i felt my head and breastto satisfy myself whether it was i myself who was there or someempty delusive phantom; but touch, feeling, the collected thoughtsthat passed through my mind, all convinced me that i was the same thenand there that i am this moment. next there presented itself to mysight a stately royal pce or castle, with walls that seemed builtof clear transparent crystal; and through two great doors thatopened wide therein, i sawing forth and advancing towards me avenerable old man, d in a long gown of mulberry-coloured serge thattrailed upon the ground. on his shoulders and breast he had a greensatin collegiate hood, and covering his head a ck mnesebo, and his snow-white beard fell below his girdle. he carriedno arms whatever, nothing but a rosary of beads bigger than fair-sizedfilberts, each tenth bead being like a moderate ostrich egg; hisbearing, his gait, his dignity and imposing presence held mespellbound and wondering. he approached me, and the first thing he didwas to embrace me closely, and then he said to me, for a long timenow, o valiant knight don quixote of man插, we who are hereen插nted in these solitudes have been hoping to see thee, that thoumayest make known to the world what is shut up and concealed in thisdeep cave, called the cave of montesinos, which thou hast entered,an achievement reserved for thy invincible heart and stupendouscourage alone to attempt.e with me, illustrious sir, and i willshow thee the marvels hidden within this transparent castle, whereof iam the alcaide and perpetual warden; for i am montesinos himself, fromwhom the cave takes its name.
"the instant he told me he was montesinos, i asked him if thestory they told in the world above here was true, that he had takenout the heart of his great friend durandarte from his breast with alittle dagger, and carried it to thedy belerma, as his friendwhen at the point of death hadmanded him. he said in reply thatthey spoke the truth in every respect except as to the dagger, forit was not a dagger, nor little, but a burni射d poniard sharperthan an awl."
"that poniard must have been made by ramon de hoces thesevillian," said sancho.
"i do not know," said don quixote; "it could not have been by thatponiard maker, however, because ramon de hoces was a man of yesterday,and the affair of roncesvalles, where this mishap urred, was longago; but the question is of no great importance, nor does it affect ormake any alteration in the truth or substance of the story."
"that is true," said the cousin; "continue, senor don quixote, for iam listening to you with the greatest pleasure in the world."
"and with no less do i tell the tale," said don quixote; "and so, toproceed- the venerable montesinos led me into the pce of crystal,where, in a lower 插mber, strangely cool and entirely of baster,was an borately wrought marble tomb, upon which i beheld, stretchedat full length, a knight, not of bronze, or marble, or jasper, asare seen on other tombs, but of actual flesh and bone. his righthand （which seemed to me somewhat hairy and sinewy, a sign of greatstrength in its owner）y on the side of his heart; but before icould put any question to montesinos, he, seeing me gazing at the tombin amazement, said to me, this is my friend durandarte, flower andmirror of the true lovers and valiant knights of his time. he i射ld en插nted here, as i myself and many others are, by that frenchen插nter merlin, who, they say, was the devils son; but my beliefis, not that he was the devils son, but that he knew, as the sayingis, a point more than the devil. how or why he en插nted us, no oneknows, but time will tell, and i suspect that time is not far off.what i marvel at is, that i know it to be as sure as that it is nowday, that durandarte ended his life in my arms, and that, after hisdeath, i took out his heart with my own hands; and indeed it must haveweighed more than two pounds, for, ording to naturalists, he whohas arge heart is morergely endowed with valour than he whohas a small one. then, as this is the case, and as the knight didreally die, howes it that he now moans and sighs from time totime, as if he were still alive?
"as he said this, the wretched durandarte cried out in a loud voice:
o cousin montesinos!
t was myst request of thee,
when my soul hath left the body,
and that lying dead i be,
with thy poniard or thy dagger
cut the heart from out my breast,
and bear it to belerma.
this was myst request.on hearing which, the venerable montesinos fell on his knees beforethe unhappy knight, and with tearful eyes eximed, long since,senor durandarte, my beloved cousin, long since have i done what youbade me on that sad day when i lost you; i took out your heart as wes i could, not leaving an atom of it in your breast, i wiped itwith ace handkerchief, and i took the road to france with it,having firstid you in the bosom of the earth with tears enough towash and cleanse my hands of the blood that covered them afterwandering among your bowels; and more by token, o cousin of my soul,at the first vige i came to after leaving roncesvalles, i sprinkleda little salt upon your heart to keep it sweet, and bring it, if notfresh, at least pickled, into the presence of thedy belerma,whom, together with you, myself, guadiana your squire, the duennaruidera and her seven daughters and two nieces, and many more ofyour friends and acquaintances, the sage merlin has been keepingen插nted here these many years; and although more than five hundredhave gone by, not one of us has died; ruidera and her daughters andnieces alone are missing, and these, because of the tears they 射d,merlin, out of thepassion he seems to have felt for them,插nged into so manykes, which to this day in the world of theliving, and in the province of man插, are called thekes ofruidera. the seven daughters belong to the kings of spain and thetwo nieces to the knights of a very holy order called the order of st.john. guadiana your squire, likewise bewailing your fate, was插nged into a river of his own name, but when he came to thesurface and beheld the sun of another heaven, so great was his griefat finding he was leaving you, that he plunged into the bowels ofthe earth; however, as he cannot help following his natural course, hefrom time to timees forth and shows himself to the sun and theworld. thekes aforesaid send him their waters, and with these,and others thate to him, he makes a grand and imposing entranceinto portugal; but for all that, go where he may, he shows hismncholy and sadness, and takes no pride in breeding dainty choicefish, only coarse and tasteless sorts, very different from those ofthe golden tagus. all this that i tell you now, o cousin mine, ihave told you many times before, and as you make no answer, i fearthat either you believe me not, or do not hear me, whereat i feelgod knows what grief. i have now news to give you, which, if it servesnot to alleviate your sufferings, will not in any wise increasethem. know that you have here before you （open your eyes and youwill see） that great knight of whom the sage merlin has prophesiedsuch great things; that don quixote of man插 i mean, who hasagain, and to better purpose than in past times, revived in these daysknight-errantry, long since forgotten, and by whose intervention andaid it may be we shall be disen插nted; for great deeds are reservedfor great men.
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