(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) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (speaking in foreign language) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) (upbeat music) - Dedication of volume two to the count of levels. These days passed when sending to Excellency in my place that had appeared in print before being shown on the stage. I said, if I remember well, that Don Quixote was putting on his spurs to go and rent homage to your Excellency. Now I say that with his spurs, he is on his way. Should he reach destination meetings, or shall have rendered some service to Excellency? As from many parts, I am urged to send him off. So as to dispel the low thing in disgust caused by another Don Quixote who, under the name of second part, has run masquerading through the whole world. And he who has shown the greatest longing for him has been the great emperor of China, who wrote me a letter in Chinese a month ago and sent it by a special courier. He asked me all to be truthful. He begged me to send him Don Quixote for he intended to file a college where the Spanish tongue would be taught. And it was his wish that the book to be read should be the history of Don Quixote. He also added that I should go and be the rector of this college. I asked to bear if his majesty had afforded a son in aid of my travel expenses. He answered, no, not even in thought. Then my brother, I replied, you can return to your China, post haste or at whatever haste you are bound to go. As I am not fit for so long a travel end, besides being ill, I'm very much without money, while emperor for emperor and monarch for monarch. I have had Naples, the great count of Lemos, who, without so many petty titles of colleges and rectuships, sustains me, protects me and does me more favor than I can wish for. Thus I gave him his sleeve and I beg mine from you, offering your excellency the Trabahuas, the Prasales, Isegis Munda. A book I shall finish within four months, Diel Valente, and which will be either the worst or the best that has been composed in our language. I mean those intended for entertainment, and which I repent of having called it the worst. For in the opinion of friends, it is bound to attain the summit of possible quality. May your excellency return in such health that is wished you. Prasales will be ready to kiss your hand and I, your feet, being as I am, your excellency is most humble servant. From Madrid, this last day of October of the year, 1,615, at the service of your excellency, Miguel de Cervantes Cervida, the author's premise. God bless me, gentle reader, how eagerly must thou be looking forward to this premise, expecting to find their retaliation, scolding the views against the author of the second Don Quixote. I mean him who was, they say, begotten at Toresis and born at Taragona. Well then, the truth is, I am not going to give thee that satisfaction. For though injuries stir up anger in humble breasts, in mind the rule must admit of an exception. Thou would have me call him as fool and mallepert, but I have no such intention. Let his offence be his punishment. With his bread, let him eat it, and there's an end of it. What I cannot help taking a miss is that he charges me with being old and one-handed, as if it had been in my power to keep time from passing over me, or as if the loss of my hand had been brought about in some tavern, and not on a grand dislocation, the past or present has seen, all the future can hope to see. If my wounds have no beauty to the beholder's eye, they are at least honourable in the estimation of those who know where they were received. For the soldier shows to greater vantage debt in battle than alive in flight. And so strongly is this my feeling, that if now it were proposed to perform an impossibility for me, I would rather have had my share in that mighty action than be free from my wounds this minute without having been present at it. Those the soldier shows on his face and breasts are stars that direct others to the heaven of honour and ambition of merited praise. And moreover, it is to be observed that it is not with grey hairs that want rights, but with the understanding, and that commonly improves with years. I take it amidst two that he calls me envious, and explains to me as if I were ignorant what envious for really and truly of the two kinds there are, I only know that which is holy, noble, and high-minded. And if that be so, as it is, I am not likely to attack a priest, about all if in addition, he hopes to rank a familiar of the holy office. And if he said what he did on account of him, on whose behalf it seems he spoke, he is entirely mistaken. For I worshiped the genius of that person, that at my works in his unceasing and strenuous industry. After all, I am grateful to this gentleman. He offered for saying that my novels are more satirical than exemplary, but that they are good, for they could not be that unless there was little of everything in them. I suspect that I will say that I am taking very humble love, and keeping myself too much within the bounds of my moderation, from a feeling that additional suffering should not be inflicted upon a sufferer, and that what this gentleman has to endure must doubtless be very great, as he does not dare to come out into the open field and brought daylight, but hides his name, disguises his country, as if he had been guilty of some less majesty. If Pachant's now shoots come to know him, tell him from me that I do not hold myself in greed, for I know well what the temptations of the devil are, and that one of the greatest is putting it into a man's head that he can write and train the book by which he will get as much fame as mine, and as much money as for, and to prove it I will beg of you, in your own spright pleasant way to tell him this story. There was a madman in Seville, who took to one of the droolous absurdities and valuaries that every madman in the world gave way too. He was this, he made a tube of reed sharp at one end, and catching a dog in the street, or wherever it might be, he with his foot held one of its leg fast, and with his hand lifted up the other, and as fast he could fix the tube where, by blowing he made the dog as round as a ball, then holding it in his position, he gave it a couple of slaps on the belly and let it go, saying the bystanders, do your worship's think now, that it is an easy thing to blow up a dog, that's your worship thing now, that it is an easy thing to write a book, and if this story does not suit him, you may, dear reader, tell him this one, which is likewise of a madman and a dog. In Cordova, there was another madman, whose way it was to carry a piece of marble slab or a stone, none of the lightest on his head, and when he came upon any unwary dog, he used to draw close to him and let the weight fall right on top of him, on which the dog in a rage, barking and howling, would run three streets without stopping. If so happened, however, that one of the dogs he discharged, his load upon was a catmaker's dog, of which his master was very fond. The stone came down hitting it on the head, the dog raised the yacht at the blow, the master saw the affair and was rough, and snatching up a measure yard rushed out at the madman and did not leave a sound bone in his body, and at every stroke he gave him, he said, you dog, you thief, my lurchard, don't you see you brute, that my dog is the lurchard? And so, repeating the word lurchard and again and again, he sent the madman away beaten to a jelly. The madman took the lesson to heart and finished, and for more than a month, never once showed himself in public. But after that, he came out again with his old trick and a heavier load than ever. He came up to where there was a dog and examining it very carefully without venturing to let the stone fall. He said, this is a lurchard, where? In short, all the dogs he came across, be they mastives or terriers, he said were lurches, and he discharged no more stones. Maybe it will be the same with this historian, so that he will not venture another time to discharge the weight of his wit and books, which being bad are harder than stones. Tell him too, that I do not care a farthing for the threat he holds out to me of depriving me of my profit by means of his book. For, to borrow from the famous interlude of the peridanga, I say in answer to him, long life to my lord, the faint equatorial, and Christ be with us all. Long life to the great Conde le Moss, whose Christian charity and well-known generosity support me against all the strokes of my cursed fortune, and long life to the supreme benevolence of his eminence of Toledo. Don Benando de Sandovo Irojas. And what matter if there are no printing presses in the world, or if they print more books against me, than there are letters in the verses of Mango Revobo? These two princes, and sought by any adulation or factory of mine, of their own goodness alone, had taken it upon them to show me kindness and protect me. And in this, I consider myself happier and richer than if fortune had raised me to her greatest height in the ordinary way. The poor man may retain honor, but not the fishes. Poverty may cast a cloud over mobility, but cannot hide it altogether. And as virtue of itself sheds a certain light, even though it be through the straight and champs of penery, it wins the esteem of lofty and noble spirits, and inconsequence to protection. Thou need say no more to him, nor would I say anything more to thee. Save to tell thee to bear in mind that this second part of Don Quixote, which I offer thee, is cut by the same craftsman, and from the same cloth as the face, and that in it, I present the Don Quixote continue, and at length, dead, and buried, so that no one may dare to bring forward any further evidence against it, for that already produced is sufficient, and suffice it, too, that some reputable person should have given an account of all these shrewd lunacies of his without going into the matter again, for abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued, and scarcity, even in the case of what is bad, confers a certain value. I was forgetting to tell thee that thou may expect the personess, which I am now finishing, and also to second part of Galatif. 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The knees and housekeeper replied that they did so, and meant to do so with all possible care and acidity, for they could perceive that their master was now and then beginning to show signs of being in his right mind. This gave great satisfaction to the curate and the Baba, for they concluded they had taken the right course in carrying him off enchanted on the ox-guard, as has been described in the first part of its great, as well as accurate history, in a last chapter thereof. So they resolved to pay him a visit and test the improvement in his condition, although they thought it almost impossible that there could be any, and they agreed not to touch upon any point connected with night errand tree so as not to run the risk of reopening wounds which was still so tender. They came to see him consequently, and found him sitting up in bed in a green base, waistcoat, and a red Toledo cap, and so withered and dried up that he looked as if he had been turned into a mummy. They were very cordially received by him, they asked him after his health, and he talked to them about himself very naturally and in very well-chosen language. In the cause of their conversation, they felt discussing what they call "statecraft" and "systems" of government, correcting this abuse and condemning that reforming one practice and abolishing another, each of the three setting up for a new legislator, a modern Lycagus, or a brand new salon, and so completely did they remodel the state, that they seemed to have thrust it into a furnace and taken out something quite different from what they had put in. And on all the subject they dealt with, Don Quixante spoke with such good sense that the pair of examiners were fully convinced that he was quite recovered and in his full senses. The niece and housekeeper were present at a conversation and could not find words enough to express their thanks to God and seeing their master so clear in his mind. To cure it however, changing his original plan, which was to avoid touching upon matters of shivery, resolve to test Don Quixante's recovery thoroughly, and see whether it were genuine or not. And so, from one subject to another, he came at last to talk of the news that had come from the capital, and among other things, he said it was considered certain that the turf was coming down with a powerful fleet, and that no one knew what his purpose was, or when the great storm would burst, and that all Christendom was in the prehension of this, which almost every year calls us to arms, and that his majesty had made provision for the security of the coasts of Naples and Sicily and the island of Malta. To this, Don Quixante replied, "His majesty has acted like a prudent warrior in providing for the safety of his rams in time, so that the enemy may not find him unprepared, but if my advice were taken, I would recommend him to adopt a measure which, at present, no doubt, his majesty is very far from thinking of. The moment Quixante heard this, he said to himself, "God keep thee in his hand, poor Don Quixante, for it seemed to me thou art's precipitating thyself from the height of thy madness into the profound abyss of thy simplicity. But the Baba, who had the same suspicion as to Quixante, asked Don Quixante what would be his advice as to the measures that he said ought to be adopted, for perhaps it might prove to be one that would have to be added to the list of the many impertinent suggestions that people were in the habit of offering to princes. "My Master Shaver," said Don Quixante, "will not be impertinent, but on a contrary, pertinent." "I don't mean that," said the Baba, "that that experience has shown that all or most of the expedience which are proposed to his majesty are either impossible or absurd or injurious to the King and to the Kingdom." "Mine, however," replied Don Quixante, "is neither impossible nor absurd, but the easiest, the most reasonable, the ranniest, and the most expediteous that could suggest itself to any project as mine. You take a long time to tell it," said Don Quixante, said the Quixante. "I don't choose to tell it here now," said Don Quixante, "and have it reached the heirs of the lords of the Council tomorrow morning, and some other carry off the thanks and rewards of my trouble. For my part," said the Baba, "I give my word here, and before God that I will not repeat what your worship says to King, Rook, or earthly man. And of I learned from the Ballad of the Curid, who, in a prelude, told the King of the Thieve who had robbed him of the hundred gold crowns and his pacing mule. "I'm not first in stories," said Don Quixante, "but I know the oath is a good one, because I know the Baba to be an honest fellow. Even if he were not," said the Curid, "I will go bail and answer for him that in this matter he will be as silent as a dummy, under pain of paying any penalty that may be pronounced. And who will be security for you?" said Don Quixante. "My profession," replied the Curid, "which is to keep secrets. Oddsbody," said Don Quixante at this, "what more has his majesty to do but to come up? By public proclamation, all the knights errant that are scattered over Spain to assemble on a fixed day in the capital. For even if no more than half a dozen come, there may be one among them who alone would suffice to destroy the entire might of the term. Give me your attention and follow me. Is it pray any new thing for a single knight errant to demolish an army of two hundred thousand men, as if they all had but one throat or were made of sugar paste? Nay, tell me, how many histories are there filled with these marvels? If any, the famous Don Berianis were alive now, or anyone of the innumerable progeny of Amadeus of Gaul. If any these were alive today and were to come face to face with the Turk, by my faith I would not give much for the Turk's chance, but God will have regard for his people and will provide someone who, if not so valiant as the knights errant of yore, at least will not be inferior to them in spirit, but God knows what I mean, and I say no more. Plus, exclaimed Anise at this, may I die if my master does not want to turn knight errant again, to which Don Quixote replied, a knight errant I shall die, and let the Turk come down or go up when he likes, and in as strong force as he can, once more I say, God knows what I mean. But here the barber said, I ask your worship to give me leave to tell a short story of something that happened in Seville, which comes so pat to the purpose just now that I should like greatly to tell it, Don Quixote gave him leave, and the rest prepared to listen, and he began thus. In Amadeus of Seville there was a man whom his relations had placed there as being out of his mind. He was a graduate of Osuna in canon law, but even if he had been of Salamander, it was the opinion of most people that he would have been mad all the same. This graduate, after some years of confinement, took it into his head that he was sane and in his full senses, and under this impression wrote to the Archbishop, and treating him earnestly, and in very correct language, to have him released from the misery in which he was living. For by God's mercy he had now recovered his lost reason, though his relations in order to enjoy his property kept him there, and in spite of the truth, would make him out to be mad until his dying day. The Archbishop, moved by repeated sensible, well-written letters, directed one of his chaplains to make inquiry of the madhouse as to the truth of the licensurate statements, and to have an interview with the madman himself, and if it should appear that he was in his senses, to take him out and restore him to liberty. The chaplain did so, and the governor assured him that the man was still mad, and that though he often spoke like a highly intelligent person, he would in the end break out into nonsense that in quantity and quality counterbalance all the sensible things he had set before, as it might be easily tested by talking to him. The chaplain resolved to try to experiment, and obtaining assets to the madman confers with him for an hour or more. During the whole of which time he never uttered a word that was incoherent or absurd, but, on a contrary, spoke so rationally that the chaplain was compelled to believe him to be saying. Among other things, he said the governor was against him, not to lose to presence. His relations made him for reporting him, still mad, but with lucid intervals, and that the worst foe he had in his misfortune was his large property. For in order to enjoy it, his enemies disparaged, and, through doubts upon the mercy our Lord had shown him in turning him from the brute beast into a man. In short, he spoke in such a way that he cast suspicion on the governor, and made his relations appear covetous and heartless, and himself so rational that the chaplain determined to take him away with him that the archbishop might see him, and a certain for himself the truth of the matter. Yielding to this conviction, the worthy chaplain begged the governor to have the clothes in which the licentiate had entered the house given to him. The governor again bade him beware of what he was doing, as the licentiate was beyond a doubt still mad. But all his cautions and warnings were unveiling to dissuade the chaplain from taking him away. The governor, seeing that it was the order of the archbishop, obeyed, and they dressed the licentiate in his own clothes, which were new and decent. He, as soon as he saw himself cloak like one in his senses and divested of the appearance of a madman, and treated the chaplain to permit him in charity to go and take leave of his comrades to madman. The chaplain said he would go with him to see with madman, they were in the house. So they went upstairs, and with them some of those who were present, approaching a cage in which there was a furious madman, though just at moment calm and quiet, the licentiate said to him, "Brother, think if you have any commands for me. For I am going home, as God has been pleased, in his infinite goodness and mercy, without any merit of mine, to restore me my reason. I am now cured and in my senses; for with God's power nothing is impossible. Have strong hope and trust in him, for as he has restored me to my original condition, so likewise he will restore you if you trust in him. I will take care to send you some good things to eat, and be sure you eat them. For I would have you know, I am convinced, as one who has gone through it, that all this madness of ours comes of having the stomach empty and the brains full of wind. Take courage, take courage, for despondency in misfortune breaks down health and brings on death." To all these words of the licentiate, another madman in the cage of opposite that of the furious one was listening, and raising himself up from an old mat in which he lay stock naked, he asked in a loud voice who he was that was going away cured and in his senses. The licentiate answered, "It is I, brother, who am going. I have now no need to remain here any longer, for which I return infinite thanks to heaven that has had so great mercy upon me." "Mind what you are saying, licentiate, don't let the devil deceive you," replied the madman. "Keep quiet, stay where you are, and you will save yourself the trouble of coming back. I know I am cured," returned the licentiate, "and that I shall not have to go stations again. You cured," said the madman, "well, we shall see, God be with you, but I swear to you by Jupiter, whose majesty I represent on earth, that for this crime alone which Seville is committing today in releasing you from this house, and treating you as if you were in your senses, I shall have to inflict such a punishment on it as will be remembered for ages and ages, amen. Does thou not know, thou miserable little licentiate, that I can do it, being, as I say, Jupiter the Thunderer, who hold in my hands to fiery bolts with which I am able and am wont to threaten and lay waste to the world, but in one way only will I punish this ignorant town, and that is by not reigning upon it, nor on any part of its district or territory, for three whole years to be reckoned from a day and moment when this threat is pronounced, thou free, thou cured, thou in thy senses, and I am mad, I disordered, I bound, I will assume, think of sending rain as of hanging myself. One's presence stood listening to the words and exclamations of the madman, but all I accentuate, turning to the chaplain and seizing him by the hands, said to him, "Be not uneasy, senior. Attach no importance to what this madman has said, for if he is Jupiter and will not send rain, I, who am Neptune, the father and god of the waters, will rain as often as it pleases me and may be needful." The governor and the bystanders laughed, and at their laughter the chaplain was half ashamed, and he replied, "For all that's in your Neptune, it will not do to facts in your Jupiter, remain where you are, and some other day when there is a better opportunity and more time, we will come back for you." So he stripped and I accentuated, and he was left where he was, and that's the end of the story. "So that's the story, Master Barber," said Don Quixote, which came in so packed to the purpose that you could not help telling it, "Master Shaver, Master Shaver, how blind is he who cannot see through a sith? Is it possible that you do not know that in paracens of wit with wit, valor with valor, beauty with beauty, burr with birth, are always odious and unwelcome? I, Master Barber, am not Neptune, the god of waters, nor do I try to make anyone take me for an astute man, for I am not one. My only endeavor is to convince the world of the mistake it makes in not retrieving itself of the happy time when the order of night errantry was in the field, but are depraved age thus not deserved to enjoy such a blessing as those ages enjoyed with nights errant took upon their shoulders the defense of kingdoms, and protection of themselves, the sucker of often sin minus, the chastisement of the proud, and the recompense of the humble. With the nights of these days, for the most part, it is at the mask, brocade, and rich staffs they wear, the rustle as they go, not the chain-mail of their armor. No night nowadays sleeps in an open field exposed to the inclemency of heaven, and in full penalty from head to foot. No one now takes a nap, as they call it, without drawing his feet out of the stirps and leaning upon his lance, as the nights errant used to do. No one now, issuing from the wood, penetrates yonder mountains, and then shreds the barren, lonely shore of the sea, mostly a tempestuous and stormy one, and finding on the beach a little bark without ores, sail, mast, or tackling of any kind, an intrepidity of his heart flings himself into it and commits himself to the wrathful billows of the deep sea, that one moment lift him up to heaven and the next plunge him into the depths, and opposing his breast to the irresistible gain finds himself when he least expects it 3,000 leaks and more away from the place where he embarked, and leaping ashore in the remote in a gnome land has the fenchers that has served to be written, not on parchment, but on brass, but now sloth triumphs over energy, indolence over accession, fies over virtue, arrogance over courage, and theory over practice and arms, which flourished and shown only in the golden ages and in night time. For tell me, who was more virtuous and more valiant than the famous and matters of gold? Who more discreet than palmarin of England? Who more gracious and easy than Durante al-Bangle? Who more courtly than disroute of grace? Who more slashed or slashing than domballiance? Who more intrepid than perion of gold? Who more ready to face danger than Felix Marte of the county? Who more sincere than splendid? Who more impetuous than donsirangilio of threce? Who more bold than Rotomonte? Who more prudent than King Sabrina? Who more daring than Renaldus? Who more invincible than Roland? And who more gallant and courteous than Ruggiero? From whom the dupes of Ferrara of the present day are descended according to Turpin in his cosmography? All these knights, and many more that I could name, Signor Curret, were knights Aaron, the light and glory of Shivri. These of such as these, I would have to carry out my plan. And in that case my majesty would find himself well served and would save great expense and a turk would be left tearing his beard. And so I will stay where I am, as the chaplain does not take me away, and if Jupiter, as the barber has told us, will not send Ren, he I am, and I will reign when I please. I say this that master basin may know that I understand it. "Indeed, Signor Don Quixote," said the barber, "I did not mean it in that way, and so helped me God, my intention was good, and your worship ought not to be fixed. As to whether I ought to be fixed or not," returned Don Quixote, "I myself am the best judge. Here upon the Curret observed, I have hardly said a word as yet, and I would gladly be relieved of a doubt arising from what Don Quixote has said that worries and works my conscience. The Signor Curret has sleeved for more than that," returned Don Quixote. "So he may declare his doubt, for it is not pleasant to have a doubt on one's conscience. Well, then, with that permission," said the Curret, "I say my doubt is that all I can do I cannot persuade myself that the whole pack of knights I renew, Signor Don Quixote, have mentioned, were really and truly persons of flesh and blood that ever lived in the world. On a contrary, I suspect it to be all fiction, fable, and falsehood, and dreams told by men awakened from sleep, or rather still half asleep. That is another mistake," replied Don Quixote, "into which many have fallen who do not believe that there ever were such knights and well, and I have often, with divers' people and on divers' occasions. Try to expose this almost universal error to the light of truth. Sometimes I have not been successful in my purpose, sometimes I have, supporting it upon the shoulders of the truth, which truth is so clear that I can almost say I have with my own eyes seen amides of gold, who was a man of lofty stature, fair complexion, with a handsome, though black beard, of accountants between gentle and stern in expression, sparing of words, slow to anger, and quick to put it away from him, and as I have depicted amides, so I could, I think, portray and describe all the knights' errands that are in all the histories in the world, for by the perception I have that they were what their histories describe, and by the deeds they did and the dispositions they displayed it is possible with the aid of sound philosophy to deduce their features, complexion, and stature. "How big in your worship's opinion may the giant McGante have been," said your Don Quixote, asked the Baba. "With regard to giants," replied Don Quixote, "opinions differ as to whether there ever were any or not in the world, but the holy scripture, which cannot err by a jock from the truth, shows us that there were. And it gives us the history of that big Philistine, Goliath, who was seven kubits and half in height, which is a huge size. Likewise, in the island of Sicily, there have been found leg bones and unbones so large that their size makes it plain that their owners were giants, and as tall as great towers. Geometry puts this fact beyond the doubt, but for all that I cannot speak with certainty as to the size of McGante, though I suspect it cannot have been very tall, and I am inclined to be of this opinion because I find in history in which his deeds are particularly mentioned, that he frequently slept under a roof, and as he found houses to contain him, it is clear that his spouse could not have been anything excessive. "That is true," said the Curid, "and yielding to the enjoyment of hearing such nonsense," he asked him what was his notion of the features of Rinaldo's of Montaben, and Don Rinaldo and the last of the twelve peers of France, for they were all knights Aaron. "As for Rinaldo's," replied Don Quiote, "I venture to say that he was brought faced of ruddy complexion with rocish and somewhat prominent eyes excessively punctilious and touchy, and given to the society of thieves and scapegoats, with regard to Rinaldo and Rotolando and Orlando, I am of opinion and hold that he was of middle height, brought shoulder rather bow-legged, small de-complexioned, red beaded, with a hairy body and a severe expression of countenance, a man of few words, but very polite and well-read. "If Roland was not a more graceful person than your worship has ascribed," said the Curid, "it is no wonder that the fair lady Angelica rejected him and left him for the gaiety, lightliness, and grace of that budding beaded little more to whom she surrendered herself, and she showed her sense in falling in love with the gentle softness of Maduro rather than the roughness of Roland. That Angelica, Senor Quiote returned Don Quiote, was a giddy damsel, flighty and somewhat wanton, and she leapt the world as full of her fagories as of the fame of her beauty. She treated with scorn a thousand gentlemen, men of valour and wisdom, and took up with a smooth-faced sprig of page, without fortune or fame, except such reputation for gratitude as the affection he bore his friend got for him. The great poet is saying her beauty, the famous Ariosto, not caring to sing her adventures after her contemptible surrender, dropped her where he says, "How she received the scepter of Cathay, some bard of death to quill may sing some date, and this was no doubt a kind of prophecy. For poets I also call the Fatis, that is to say, define us, and it's true for us made plain, for since then a famous Adelucian poet has lamented in San Mateus, and another famous and rare poet, Castilian as San her beauty. Tell me, Senor Don Quiote, Senor Baba here, among all those who praised her, has there been no poet to write as attire on this Lady Angelica? I can well believe, replied Bon Quiote, that if Sacri Pante or Roland had been poets they would have given the damsel a trimming. For it is naturally the way with poets who have been scorned or rejected by the ladies, whether fictitious or not, in short by those whom they select as the ladies of their thoughts to venge themselves in satires and livers, the vengeance to be sure and worthy of generous hearts, but after the present I have not heard of any defamatory verse against the Lady Angelica who turned the world upside down. Strange, sent to Quiote, but at this moment they heard the housekeeper and the niece who had previously withdrawn from the conversation, exclaiming aloud in the courtyard, and at the noise they all ran out. 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