(upbeat music) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) - Don Quixote remained very deep in thought, waiting for the bachelor, Krasco, from whom he was to hear how he himself had been put into a book, as Sancho said, and he could not persuade himself that any such history could be in existence. For the blood of the enemy, he had slain what's not yet dry on the blade of his sword, and now they wanted to make out that his mighty achievements were going about in print. For all that, he fancied some sage, either a friend or an enemy. Might, by the aid of magic, have given them to the press, if a friend, in order to magnify and exalt them about the most famous ever achieved by any knight Aaron, if an enemy, to bring them to not, and degrade them below the meanest ever recorded of any low squire, though, as he said to himself, the achievements of squires never were recorded. If, however, it were the fact that such a history were in existence, it must necessarily being the story of a knight Aaron, be granted low point, lofty, imposing, grand and true. With this, he combated himself somewhat, though it made him uncomfortable to think that the author was a moor, judging by the title of Thete, and that no truth was to be looked for from moors, as they are all imposters, cheats and schemas. He was afraid he might have dealt with his love of theirs in some indecorous fashion that might tend to discredit and prejudice of the purity of his lady, the Thinead of the Borsal. He would have had him set forth to fidelity and respect. He had always observed water, spurning queens, empresses and damsels of all sorts, and keeping in check the impetuosity of his natural impulses. I have sought and wrapped up in these and diverse other cogitations. He was found by Accentio and Carrasco, whom Don Quixote received with great courtesy. The match life, though he was called Samson, was of no great bodily size, but he was a very great wag. He was of a salil complexion, but very sharp-witted, somewhere about four and 20 years of age, with a round face, flat nose and a large mouth, all indications of a mischievous disposition and a love of fun and jokes. And of this, he gave a sample as soon as he saw Don Quixote, by falling on his knees before him and saying, "Let me kiss your might in his hand, "sin your Don Quixote of the Mancha, "for by the habit of St. Peter that I swear, "though I have no more than the first four orders, "your worship is one of the most famous nights "errant that have ever been, or will be, "or the world over. "A blessing on Thid Hamate Benagani, "who has written the history of your great deeds, "and a double blessing on that connoisseur, "who took the trouble of having it translated "out of the Arabic into a Castilian vulgar tongue "for the universal entertainment of the people. "Don Quixote made him rise and said, "So then, it is true that there is a history of me, "and that it was a more and a sage who wrote it. "So true is it, Signon," said Samson, "that my belief is there are more than 12,000 volumes "of the set history in print this very day, "only asked Portugal, Barcelona, and Valencia, "where they have been printed. "And moreover, there is a report "that it is being printed at Antwerp, "and I am persuaded there will not be a country "or language in which there will not be a translation of it. "One of the things," he observed Don Quixote, "that ought to give most pleasure to a virtuous "and eminent man is to find himself "in his lifetime in print and in type, "familiar in people's mouths of a good name. "I say with a good name, for if it be the opposite, "then there is no death to be compared to it. "If it goes by good name and fame," said Sebastian, "your worship alone bears away the palm "from all the night's errand, "for the more in his own language, "and the Christian in his, "have taken care to set before us your gallantry, "your high courage in encountering dangers, "your fortitude in adversity, "your patience under his fortunes as well as wombs, "the purity and continents of the protonic loves "of your worship and my lady, Dona, "the Athenia, the bruso. "I never heard my lady, the Athenia, "called Dona, observe central here. "Nothing more than the lady, the Athenia, the bruso, "so he already, the history is wrong. "That is not an objection of many importance," replied the rascal. "Certainly not," said Don Quixote, "but tell me, Senior Bachelor, "what deeds of mine are they that are made most of "in this history?" On that point, replied the Bachelor, "opinion-stiver, as tastes too. "Some swear by the adventure of the windmills "that your worship took to be via rooses and giants. "Others by that of the falling mills, "one cries out the description of the two armies "that afterwards took the appearance "of two droves of sheep. "Another that of the dead body on this way "to be buried at Seccovia. "A third says the liberation of the galley slaves "is the best of all, "and a fourth that nothing comes up to the affair "with the Benedictine giants "and a battle with the valiant Biscayne. "Tell me, Senior Bachelor," said Central at this point. "Thus the adventure with the engusons come in "when our good growth in Ante went hankering "after dainties. "The sage has left nothing in the ink bottom," replied Samsie. "He tells all and sets down everything, "even to the capers that were the central cut "in the blanket. "I cut no capers in the blanket," returned Central. "In the air I did, and more of them than I liked. "There is no human history in the world, I suppose," said Don Quixote, "that has not its ups and downs, "but more than others such as deal with chivalry, "as they can never be entirely made up "or prosperous adventures." For all that, replied the Bachelor. "There are those who have wrecked the history "who say they would have been glad "in the author had left out some of the countless cuddling "instead were inflicted from Senior Don Quixote "in various encounters. "That's where the truth of the history comes in," said Central. "At the same time, they might fairly have passed them "over in silence," observed Don Quixote. "For there is no need of recording events "which do not change or affect the truth of history. "If they tend to bring the hero of it into content, "aniness was not in truth and earnest so pious "as Virgil represent him, nor Ulysses so wise "as Homer describes him. "That is true," said Samson. "But it is one thing to write as a poet, "another to write as a historian. "The poet may describe or sing things, not as they were, "but as they ought to have been. "But a historian has to write them down, "not as they ought to have been, "but as they were, without adding anything to the truth "or taking anything from it. "Well then," said Central, "if this in your moor goes in for telling the truth, "no doubt among my master's drubbings mine are to be found. "For they never took the measure of his worship shoulders "without doing the same for my whole body. "But I have no right to wonder at that, "for as my master himself says, "the members must share the pain of the head. "You are a sly dog, Central," said Don Quixote. "I, Faith, you have no wants of memory when you choose to remember. "If I were to try to forget the Thrax, "they gave me," said Central, "my wheels would not let me, "for they are still fresh on my ribs." "Hush, Central," said Don Quixote, "and don't interrupt a bachelor, "who might entreat to go on and tell all that is said about me "in this history. "And about me," said Central, "for they say too, "that I am one of the principal presenages in it. "Personages, not presenages, "friend, Central," said Samson. "What, another word, catcher?" said Central. "If that's to be the way we shall not make an end in the lifetime." "Make God shorten mine, Central," returned a bachelor. "If you are not the second person in the history, "and there are even some who would rather hear you talk "than the cleavorous in the whole book, "though there are some too, "who say you show yourself over-credulous "in believing there was any possibility in the government "of that island overdue by Signor Don Quixote. "There is still sunshine on the wall," said Don Quixote. "And when Central is somewhat more advanced in life, "we have the experience that years bring, "he will be fitter and better qualified "for being a governor than he is at present. "By God, Master," said Central, "the island that I cannot govern with the years I have, "I will not be able to govern with the years of Mephassela. "The difficulty is that the said island "keeps its distance somewhere. "I know not where, "and not that there is any warmth of hair in me to govern it. "Leave it to God, Central," said Don Quixote. "For all will be, and perhaps better than you think. "No leave on the tree stirs but God's will. "That is true," said Samson. "And if it be God's will, "there will not be any warns of a thousand islands, "much less one, for Central to govern. "I have seen governors in these parts," said Central, "that are not to be compared to my shoe sole. "And for all that they are called your lordship "and serve on silver. "Those are not governors on islands, observe Samson, "but of other governments of an easier kind. "Those that govern islands must at least know grammar. "I could manage to gram well enough," said Central, "but for the Marr, I have neither leaning nor liking, "for I don't know what it is. "But leaving this matter of the government in God's hands. "To send me wherever it may be most to service, "I may tell you," said no better than Samson Arasco. "It has pleased me beyond measure "that the author of his history should have spoken "of me in such a way that what is said of me gives no offense. "For, on the favour of a truth squire, "if he had said anything about me, "there was at all I'm becoming an old Christian, "such as I am, that death would have hurt. "That would be working miracles," said Samson. "Miracles are no miracles," said Central. "Then everyone mind how he speaks or writes about people "and not set down at random the first thing "that comes into his head. "One of the faults they find with this history," said Bachelor, "is that it's offer inserted in it "a novel called the ill-advised curiosity, "not that it is bad or ill-told, "but that it is out of place and has nothing to do "the history of his worship senior Don Quixote. "I will bet the son of the dog has mixed "the cabbages in the baskets," said Central. "Then I say," said Don Quixote. "The author of my history was no sense, "but some ignorant chatter, "who, in a haphazard and heedless way, "said about writing it, let it turn out as it might, "just as Obernaher, the painter of the better, "used to do, who, when they asked him "what he was painting answered, what it may turn out, "sometimes he would paint a cock in such a fashion, "and so unlike that he had to write alongside of it "in Gothic letters, this is a cock, "and so it will be with my history, "which will require a commentary to make it intelligible." No fear of that, returned Samson. For it is so plain that there is nothing in it to puzzle over. The children turn its leaves, the young people read it, the grown men understand it, the old folk praise it. In a word, it is so thumbed and read, and got by heart by people of all sorts, that the instant they see any lean hack, they say, there goes rothinante. And those that are most given to reading it are the pages. For there is not a Lord's and chamber, where there is not a donkey or a day to be found. One takes it up if another lays it down. This one pounces upon it, and that begs for it. In short, the set history is the most delightful, and least injurious entertainment that has been his 32C. For there is not to be found in a whole of it, even the semblance of an immortal's word, or a thought that is other than Catholic. To write in any other way, set donkey or day, would not be to write truth, but falsehood, and historians who have recourse, to falsehood ought to be burned, like those who coin false money. And I know not what could have led the author to have recourse to novels and irrelevant stories, when he had so much to write about in mind. No doubt he must have gone by the proverb with straw or with hay. For by merely setting forth my thoughts, my size, my tears, my lofty purposes, my enterprises, he might have made a volume as large, or larger than all the works of El Tostado would make up. In fact, the conclusion I arrive at, Senior Bachelor is, that to write histories or books of any kind, there is need of great judgment and a ripe understanding, to give expression to humor, to write in a strain of graceful placentery, is the gift of great geniuses. The cleverest character in comedy is the clown, for he who would make people take him for a fool, must not be one. History isn't measure a sacred thing, for it should be true, and whether true is, their god is. But not withstanding this, there are some who write in fling books broadcast on the world as if they were fritters. There is no book so bad, but it has something good in it, Santa Bachelor. No doubt of that, replied Don Quixante. But it often happens that those who have acquired and attained a well-deserved reputation by the writings lose it entirely, or damage it in some degree, when they give them to the press. The reason of that, said Samson, is that as printed works are examined leisurely, their folks are easily seen, and the greater the fame of the writer, the more closely are they scrutinized. Men famous for their genius, great poets, illustrious historians are always, or most commonly envied by those who take a particular delight in pleasure in criticizing the writings of others, without having produced any of their own. That is no wonder, said Don Quixante, for there are many divines who are no good for the pulpit, but excellent in detecting the the vets, or excesses of those who preach. All that is true, send your Don Quixante, said the raspal. But I wish such folk-finders were more lenient and less accepting, and did not pay so much attention to the spots on the bright sun of the work they grumble at, for if sometimes even the good Homer knots off. They should remember how long he remained awake to shed the light of his work, with as little shade as possible. And perhaps it may be that what they find fault with may be moles, that sometimes heighten the beauty of the face that bears them. And so I say very great is the risk to which he who prints the book exposes himself for of all impossibilities, the greatest is to write one that will satisfy and please all readers, that which treats of thee must have pleased few, said Don Quixante. Quite the contrary, said to bachelor. For the number of fools is infinite. Enumerable are those who have relished to send history, but some have brought a charge against the author's memory. Inasmuch, as he forgot to say who the thee was, who stole Sancho's stapler, or it is not stated there, but only to be inferred from what is set down, that he was stolen. And a little farther on we see Sancho mounted on the same as, without any reappearance of it. They say too, that he forgot to state that Sancho did with those hundred crowns that he found in the valleys in the Sierra Morena, as he never eludes to them again. And there are many who would be glad to know what he did with them, or what he spent them on, for it is one of the serious missions of the work. Signor Sancho, I am not in humor now for going into counts of explanations, Sancho, for theirs is sinking to stomach come over me, and unless I doctorate with a couple of subs of the old stuff, it will put me on the throne of Santa Lucia. I have it at home, and my old woman is waiting for me. After dinner, I'll come back, and will answer you in all the world every question you may choose to ask, as well about the loss of the ask, as about the spending of the hundred crowns, and without another word for waiting for a reply he made off home. Don Quixote back and then treated the bachelor to stay and dependents with him. The bachelor accepted the invitation and remained. A couple of young pigeons were added to the ordinary fair. At dinner they told Shivri, Grasco fell in with his host humor, the banquet came during that. They took the afternoon sleep, Sancho returned, and the conversation was received. [Music] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] [Speaking in Spanish] Sancho came back to Don Quixote's house. In returning to the late subject of conversation, he said, "As to what Signor Samson said, that he would like to know by whom or how, or when my ass was stolen, I say and reply that the same night he went to the Sierra Moreno, flying from the Holy Brotherhood after that unlucky adventure of the gary slaves and the other of the corpse that was going to Sagovia, my master and I instanced ourselves in a thicket. In there, my master leaning on his lens and I seated on my dapple, battered and weary with late phrase with her sleep as if it had been on four feathered mattresses. And I, in particular, slept so sound that whoever he was, he was able to come and prop me up on four states, which he put under the four corners of the pack saddle in such a way that he left and mounted on it and took away dapple from under me without my feeling it. "That is an easy matter," said Don Quixote, "and it is no new occurrence for the same thing happened to Cedric Pente at the siege of Albraca. The famous Steve, Brinello, but the same contrivance, took his horse from between his legs. They came," continued Sancho. "In a moment, I stirred the stakes, gave way and I fell to the ground with a mighty come down. I looked about for the ass, but could not see him. The tears rushed to my eyes and I raised such a lamentation that if the author of our history has not put it in, he may depend upon it, he has slept out a good thing. Some days later, I know not how many, traveling with her ladyship, the princess micamikina, I saw my ass and mounted upon him in the dress of a gypsy, was that Guiness de Passamante, the great rope in Rascale that my master and I freed from the chain. "That is not where the mistake is," replied Samson. "It is that before the ass has turned up, the author speaks of Sancho as being mounted on it. I don't know what to say to that," said Sancho, "unless that the historian made a mistake, or perhaps it might be a blunder of the princess." "No doubt that's it," said Samson. "But what became of the hundred crowns did they vanish?" To which Sancho answered, "I spent there from my own good and my wife's and my children's, and it is they that have made my wife bear so patiently all my wanderings on highways and byways, in the service of my master, Don Quixote. For after all this time I had come back to the house without a wrap and without the ass, it would have been a poor lookout for me. And if anyone wants to know anything more about me, here I am, ready to answer the King himself in person. And it is no affair of anyone's whether I took or did not take, whether I spent or did not spend, for the wax that were given me in these journeys were to be paid for in money, even if they were valued at no more than four merivades apiece. Another hundred crowns would not pay me for half of them. Let each look to himself and not try to make out white black and black white. For each of us it says, "God made him, I, and often worse. I will take care," said Carrasco. "To impress upon the author of the history that if he prints it again, he must not forget what worthy Sancho has said, for it will raise it a good span higher. Is there anything else to correct in the histories in your bachelor?" asked Don Quixote. "No doubt there is," replied he, "but not anything that will be of the same importance as those I have mentioned. Does the author promise the second part at all?" said Don Quixote. "He does promise one," replied Samson, "but he says he has not found it. Nor does he know who has got it. And we cannot say whether it will appear or not." And so on that head, as some say that no second part has ever been good, the others that enough has been already written about Don Quixote. It is thought there will be no second part. Though some, who are Jovial rather than Saturnine, say that let's have more Quixote artists. Let Don Quixote charge in Sancho chapter. And no matter what it may turn out, we shall be satisfied with that. And what does he often mean to do? Set Don Quixote. What? replied Samson. "Why, as soon as he has found a history which he is now searching for with extraordinary diligence, he will at once give it to the press. Move more by the prophet that may accrue to him from doing so than by any thought or praise. We're at Sancho observed. The author looks for money and profit, does he? It will be a wonder if he succeeds, for it will be only hurry, hurry with him like the tailor on Easter Eve. And work stunned in a hurry are never finished as perfectly as they ought to be. Let Master More or whatever he is, pay attention to what he is doing. And I and my master will give him as much routing ready to his hand in the way of adventures in the next stints of all sorts. As would make up not only one second part, but a hundred. The good men fancy, no doubt, that we are fast asleep in a straw hair, but let him hold out our feet to be short and he will see which foot it is we go lay long. All I say is that if my master would take my advice, we would be now a few. Be trusting outrages and writing wrongs, as is to use and custom of good night's errand. Sancho had hardly uttered these words when the naying of Rothenante fell upon their ears, which naying Don Quixote accepted as a happy omen. And he resolved to make another sally in three or four days from that time. And now, saying his attention to the bachelor, he asked his advice as to the quarter in which he ought to commence his expedition. And the bachelor replied that in his opinion, he ought to go to the kingdom of Aragon and the city of Salagossa, where there were to be certain song justings in the festival of St. George, in which he might win renown about all the nights of Aragon, which would be winning it about all the nights of the world. He commanded his very praiseworthy and gallant resolution, but admonished him to proceed with greater caution in encountering dangers, because his life did not belong to him, but to all those who had need of him to protect and aid them in the misfortunes. There's where it is, what I abominate, "Signor Samson, St. Sancho here. "My master will attack a hundred armed men "as a greedy boy with half a dozen menons. "Body of the world, Signor Bachelor. "There is a time to attack and a time to retreat. "And it is not to be always San Diego and clothes Spain. "Moreover, I have heard it said that the mean of valor "lies between the extremes of cowardice and rashness. "And if that be so, I don't want him to fly "without having good reason, "or to attack when the aughts make it better not. "But about all things, I warn my master that "if he is to take me with him, it must be on the condition "that he is to do all the fighting, "and that I am not to be called upon to do anything, "except what concerns keeping him clean and comfortable. "In this, I will dance a tendons on him readily. "But to expect me to draw sword, "even against rascally chills to hatchet and hood, "is idle. "I don't set up to be a fighting man, Signor Samson, "but only the best and most loyal squire "that ever served Knight Aaron. "And if my master Don Quixote, "in consideration of my many faithful services, "is pleased to give me some island of the many, "his worship says one may stumble in these parts, "I will take it as a great favor. "And if he does not give it to me, "I was born like everyone else, "and a man must not live independence on anyone except God. "And what is more, my bread would taste as well, "and perhaps even better, without a government "than if I were a governor. "And how do I know about that in these governments, "the devil may have prepared some trip for me, "to make me lose my footing and fall and knock my grinders out? "Signor I was born in central, I mean to die. "But for all that, if heaven were to make me "a fair offer of an island or something else of the kind "without much trouble and without much risk, "I am not such a fool as to refuse it. "For they say too, when they offer thee a heaver, "run with a halter. "And when good luck comes to thee, take it in. "Brother Central," said Grasco. "You have spoken like a professor, "but for all that, put your trust in God "and it's in your Don Quixote, "for he will give you a kingdom, not to say an island. "It is all a saying, be it more, be it less," replied Central. "Though I can toss in your Grasco "that my master would not throw the kingdom "he might give me into his sack or in holes. "But I have felt my own pulse "and I find myself sounding up to rule kingdoms "and govern islands. "And I have before now told my master as much. "Take care, Central," said Samson. "Honours change manners. "And perhaps when you find yourself a governor, "you won't know the mother that bore you. "That may hold good of those that are born "in the ditches," said Central. "None of those who have the fact of an old Christian "for fingers deep on their souls, as I have. "Nay, only look at my disposition, "is that likely to show ingratitude to anyone? "God grant it," said Don Quixote. "We shall see when the government comes, "and I seem to see it already." He then begged a bachelor, if he were a poet, to do him the favour of composing some verses for him conveying the farewell he meant to take on his lady, D'Athenia de Bosso, and to see that letter of her name was placed in the beginning of each line so that at the end of the verses, D'Athenia de Bosso might be read by putting together the first letters. The bachelor replied that although he was not one of the famous poets of Spain, who were, they said, only three and a half, he would not fail to compose the required verses, though he saw a great difficulty in the task, as letters which made up the name were 17, so if he made four ballad stanzas of four lines each, there would be a letter over, and if he made them of five, what they called decimals, or red on dears, there were three letters short, nonetheless he would try to drop the letter as well as he could, so that the name D'Athenia de Bosso might be caught into four ballad stanzas. It must be, by some means, or another, said Don Quixote, for unless the name stands there plain and manifest, no woman would believe the verses were made for her. They agreed upon this, and that the departure should take place in three days from that time. Don Quixote charged the bachelor to keep it a secret, especially from the curate and master Nicholas, and from his knees in a housekeeper, lest they should prevent the execution of his praiseworthy invalidate purpose, to rescue from his all, and then took his leave, charging Don Quixote to inform him of his good, or evil fortunes whenever he had an opportunity, and thus they made each other farewell, and central went away to make the necessary preparation for their expeditions. 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The translator of this history, when he comes to write this fifth chapter, says that he considers it apocryphal, because in it, central panzer speaks in the style, unlike that which might have been expected from his limited intelligence, and says things so subtle that he does not think it possible he could have conceived them. However, desirous of doing what his task imposed upon him, he was unwilling to leave it untranslated, and therefore he went on to say, "Central came home in such glee in spirits that his wife noticed his happiness, a bowshot off, so much so that it made her asking. What have you got, central friend, that you are so glad? You achieve replied wife, if it were God's will, I should be very glad not to be so well pleased as I show myself. I don't understand you, husband," said she, "and I don't know what you mean by saying you would be glad, if it were God's will, not to be well pleased; for, full as I am, I don't know how one can find pleasure in not having it." "Harky, you, Terry, sir," replied central, "I am glad because I have made up my mind to go back to the service of my master, Don Quixote, who means to go out a third time to seek for adventures, and I am going with him again, for my necessities will have it so, and also the hope that cheers me with the thought that I may find another hundred crowns like those we have spent, though it makes me sad to have to leave thee and the children, and if God would be pleased to let me have my daily bread dry short and at home, without taking me out into the byways and crossroads, and he could do it at small cost by merely willing it, it is clear my happiness would be more solid than lasting; for the happiness I have is mingled with sorrow at beaving thee, so that I was right in saying I would be glad, if it were God's will, not to be well pleased." "Look here, central," said Teresa, "ever since you join on a night errand you talk in such a roundabout way that there is no understanding you. It is enough that God understands me, wife," replied central, "for he is the understander of all things, that will do, but mine, sister, you must look to dapple carefully for the next three days, so that he may be fit to take arms, double his feet, and see to the pack-settle and other harness, for it is not to a wedding we abound, but to go round the well, and play it give and take with giants and dragons and monsters, and hear hissings and drawings and bellowings and houndings, and even all this would be lavender, if we had not to reckon with yangousins and enchanted moors." "I don't weld enough, husband," said Teresa, "that squires errand don't eat their bread for nothing, and so I will be always praying to our lord to deliver you speedly from all that hard fortune. I can tell you, wife," said central, "if I did not expect to see myself governor or an island before long, I would drop down dead on a spot." "Nay, then, husband," said Teresa, "let the hen live, though it be with her pit, live, and let the devil take all the governments in the world. You came out of your mother's womb without a gun. You have lived until now without the government, and when it is God's will you will go, or be carried, to your grave without a government, how many there are in the world who live without a government, and continue to live all the same, and are reckoned in a number of people. The best source in the world is hunger, and as to poor are never without that, they always eat with a wrench. But mind-centred, if by good luck you should find yourself with some government. Don't forget me and your children. Remember that San Chico is now full fifteen, and it is right he should go to school. It is uncooled the abbot as a mind to have them train from church. Consider, too, that your daughter, Mary Sancho, will not die of grief if we marry her, for I have my suspicions that she is as eager to get a husband as you to get a government, and after all, a daughter looks better ill-married than well-hooped. By my fate, replied Sancho, if God brings me to get any sort of a government, I intend wife to make such a high match for Mary Sancho that there will be no approaching her without calling her my lady. In a Sancho, returned to research, marry her to her equal, that is to save us plan, for if you put her out of wooden clocks into high-heeled shoes, out of a grey flannel palycomb, into hoops and silk gowns, out of the plain, merry car and dow into Donna's soul and soul, and my lady, the girl won't know where she is, and at every turn, she will fall into a thousand blunders that will show the threat of her coarse, home-spun stuff. It's hard, you fool, said Sancho, you will be only to practice it for two or three years, and then dignity and decorable fit her as easily as a glove, and if not, what matter? Let her be my lady, and never mind what happens. Keep to your own station, Sancho, replied Theresa. Don't try to raise yourself higher, and bear in mind the proverb that says, "Wipe the nose of your neighbor's son, and take him into your house, a fine thing it would be, indeed, to marry Al-Maria to some great-count or grand-gentleman, who, when a human token, would abuse her and call her calm-bread and clock-hopper's daughter in a spinning-wench, I have not been bringing up my daughter for that all this time, I can tell you, husband, do you bring home money, Sancho, and leave merry her to my care, there is Loptocco, Juan Tocco's son, a stout, sturdy young fellow that we know, and I can see he does not look sour at the girl, and with him, one of our own sword, she will be well-merry, and we shall have her always under our eyes, and be all one family, parents and children, grandchildren, and sons in law, and a peace and blessing of God will dwell among us. So don't you go marrying her in those courts and grand palaces where they won't know what to make of her, or she want to make of herself? "Why, you idiot and wife of Barabbas," said Sancho. "What do you mean by trying, without why or where for, to keep me from marrying my daughter to one who will give me grandchildren that will be called your lordship?" "Look," he, Teresa, "I have always heard my elders say that he who does not know how to take advantage of luck when it comes to him, has no right to complain if it gives him to go by, and now that it is knocking at our door, it will not do to shut it out. Let us go with the favouring breeze that blows upon us. It is this sort of talk, and what Sancho says lower down, that made the translator of the history say he considers this chapter apocryphal. "Don't you see your animal," continued Sancho, "that it will be well for me to drop into some profitable government that will lift us out of the mine, and many, many, censure to whom I like, and you yourself will find yourself called Dornatori Sepanza, and sitting in church on a fine carpet and cushions and draperies, in spite and in defiance of all the born ladies of the town? No, stay as you are, growing need a greater nor less, like a tapestry figure. Let us say no more about it, for San Chica shall be a countess, say what you will." "Are you sure of all you say, husband?" replied Teresa. "Well for all that, I am afraid this rank of countess for my daughter will be her rule. You do as you like, make a duchess or princess of her, but I can tell you it will not be with my will and consent. I was always a lover of equality, brother, and I can't bear to see people give themselves as without any right. They called me Teresa at my baptism, a plain, simple name, without any additions or tags or fringes or dons or donuts. Cascahoe was my father's name, and as I am your wife, I am called Teresa Pansa, though by right I ought to be called Teresa Cascahoe, but kings go where laws like, and I am content in this name without having the dawn put on top of it to make it so heavy that I cannot carry. And I don't want to make people talk about me when they see me go dress like a countess or governor's wife, but they will say it once, see what heirs to slut gives herself. Only yesterday she was always spinning flux, and used to go to Mars with the tail of her pate coat over her head instead of the mantle. And there she goes today in a pooped gown with her broaches and ears, as if we didn't know her, if God keeps me in my seven senses, or five, or whatever number I have, I am not going to bring myself to such a pass, go, you brother, and be a government or an island man, and swagger as much as you like, full by the soul of my mother, neither my daughter nor I are going to stir a step from our finish. A respectable woman should have a broken leg and keep at home, and to be busy at something is a virtuous damsel's holiday. Be off to your adventures along with your donkey hunting, and leave us to our misadventures. For God will mend them for us according as we deserve it. I don't know, I'm sure, who fixed the dawn to him. But neither his father nor grandfather ever had. I declare thou hast devil some sort in thy body, set sensual. God help thee, want a lot of things thou hast strung together. One after the other, without head or tail, and what hath cast cattle, and the broaches and proverbs and the ears, to do with what I say, look here, full and dulled. If I had said that my daughter was to throw herself down from a tower, or go rowing the world as the inventor Donna Rucker wanted to do, you would be right in not giving way to my will. But if, in an instant, in less than a twinkling of an eye, I put the dawn and my lady on her back, and tick her out of the stubble, and place her under a can of be on the dais on a couch, with more velvet cushions than all the ammo-halice of Morocco ever had in their family, why don't you consent and fall in with my wishes. Do you know why, husband? replied Theresa. Because of the proverb that says, "Who covers thee, discovers thee?" And the poor man people only throw a hasty glance. On the rich man they fix their eyes, and if the sad rich man was once on a time poor, it is then there is the sneering and the tattle and spite of back-bites, and in the streets here they swarm as thick as bees. "Look here, Theresa," said Central, "and listen to what I am now going to say to you. Maybe you never heard it in all your life, and I do not give my own notions. For what I am about to say are the opinions of his referenced preacher, who preached in this town last Lent, and who said, if I remember rightly, that all things present that our eyes behold, bring themselves before us, and remain and fix themselves on our memory much better and more forcibly than things pass. These observations, which Central makes here, are the other ones, on account of which the translator says he regards his chapter as apocryphal, inasmuch as they are beyond Central's capacity. Wednesday the rices he continued, that when we see any person well-dressed in making a vigor with rich garments and metony of servants, it seems to lead and impel us to force to respect him, though memory may, at the same moment, recall to us some lowly condition in which we have seen him, but which, whether it may have been poverty or low birth, being now a thing of the past, has no existence, while the only thing that has any existence is what we see before us. And if this person whom Vochin has raised from his original lowly state, to his present height of prosperity, be well-bred, generous courteous to all, without seeking to vie with those whose nobility is of ancient date, depend upon it, Theresa, no one will remember what he was, and everyone will respect what he is, except indeed the envious, from whom no fair fortune is saved. "I do not understand you, Husken," replied Theresa, "do as you like, and don't break my head with any more speechifying and rhetoric, and if you have evolved to do what you say, resolve, you should say, when my set central not revolved. Don't set yourself to wrangle with me, husband," said Theresa, "I speak as God pleases, and don't deal in out-of-the-way phrases, and I say, if you are bent upon having a government, take your son's central with you, and teach him from this time on how to hold a government, for sons ought to inherit and learn the traits of their fathers, as soon as I have the government set central, I was sent for him by post, and I was sent the money, of which I shall have no luck, for there is never any one of people to lend it to governments when they have not got it, and do thou dress him so as to hide what he is, and make him look what he is to be. You send the money," said Theresa, "and I'll dress him up for you as fine as you please." "Then we are agreed that our daughter is to be a counters-set sent you. The day that I see her account is," replied Theresa, "it will be the same to me as if I was buried here, but once more I say do, as you please, for we women are born to this burden of being obedient to our husbands, though they be dogs, and with this she began to weave in earnest, as if she already saw San Chica dead and buried. Central consoled her by saying that though he must make her account, he would put it off as long as possible. Here the conversation came to an end, and Central went back to see Don Quixote and make arrangements for their departure." "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. 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