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W. Clark, illustrated by +Gustave Dore. Clark in his edition states that, "The English text of 'Don Quixote' +adopted in this edition is that of Jarvis, with occasional corrections from Motteaux." +See in the introduction below John Ormsby's critique of +both the Jarvis and Motteaux translations. It has been elected in the present Project Gutenberg edition +to attach the famous engravings of Gustave Dore to the Ormsby translation instead +of the Jarvis/Motteaux. The detail of many of the Dore engravings can be fully appreciated only +by utilizing the "Enlarge" button to expand them to their original dimensions. Ormsby +in his Preface has criticized the fanciful nature of Dore's illustrations; others feel +these woodcuts and steel engravings well match Quixote's dreams. + + D.W.</p> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="p003.jpg (307K)" src="images/p003.jpg" height="813" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p003.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"> +</a> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><h2>CONTENTS</h2></center> + + +<pre> + +<a href="#ch4">CHAPTER IV</a> +OF WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR KNIGHT WHEN HE LEFT THE INN + +<a href="#ch5">CHAPTER V</a> +IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE OF OUR KNIGHT'S MISHAP IS CONTINUED + + +</pre> + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><h2><a name="ch4"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>OF WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR KNIGHT WHEN HE LEFT THE INN +</h3></center> + +<br><br> +<center><a name="p018"></a><img alt="p018.jpg (94K)" src="images/p018.jpg" height="258" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p018.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Day was dawning when Don Quixote quitted the inn, so happy, so +gay, so exhilarated at finding himself now dubbed a knight, that his +joy was like to burst his horse-girths. However, recalling the +advice of his host as to the requisites he ought to carry with him, +especially that referring to money and shirts, he determined to go +home and provide himself with all, and also with a squire, for he +reckoned upon securing a farm-labourer, a neighbour of his, a poor man +with a family, but very well qualified for the office of squire to a +knight. With this object he turned his horse's head towards his +village, and Rocinante, thus reminded of his old quarters, stepped out +so briskly that he hardly seemed to tread the earth.</p> + +<p>He had not gone far, when out of a thicket on his right there seemed +to come feeble cries as of some one in distress, and the instant he +heard them he exclaimed, "Thanks be to heaven for the favour it +accords me, that it so soon offers me an opportunity of fulfilling the +obligation I have undertaken, and gathering the fruit of my +ambition. These cries, no doubt, come from some man or woman in want +of help, and needing my aid and protection;" and wheeling, he turned +Rocinante in the direction whence the cries seemed to proceed. He +had gone but a few paces into the wood, when he saw a mare tied to +an oak, and tied to another, and stripped from the waist upwards, a +youth of about fifteen years of age, from whom the cries came. Nor +were they without cause, for a lusty farmer was flogging him with a +belt and following up every blow with scoldings and commands, +repeating, "Your mouth shut and your eyes open!" while the youth +made answer, "I won't do it again, master mine; by God's passion I +won't do it again, and I'll take more care of the flock another time."</p> + +<p>Seeing what was going on, Don Quixote said in an angry voice, +"Discourteous knight, it ill becomes you to assail one who cannot +defend himself; mount your steed and take your lance" (for there was a +lance leaning against the oak to which the mare was tied), "and I will +make you know that you are behaving as a coward." The farmer, seeing +before him this figure in full armour brandishing a lance over his +head, gave himself up for dead, and made answer meekly, "Sir Knight, +this youth that I am chastising is my servant, employed by me to watch +a flock of sheep that I have hard by, and he is so careless that I +lose one every day, and when I punish him for his carelessness and +knavery he says I do it out of niggardliness, to escape paying him the +wages I owe him, and before God, and on my soul, he lies."</p> + +<p>"Lies before me, base clown!" said Don Quixote. "By the sun that +shines on us I have a mind to run you through with this lance. Pay him +at once without another word; if not, by the God that rules us I +will make an end of you, and annihilate you on the spot; release him +instantly."</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p019"></a><img alt="p019.jpg (339K)" src="images/p019.jpg" height="865" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p019.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The farmer hung his head, and without a word untied his servant, +of whom Don Quixote asked how much his master owed him.</p> + +<p>He replied, nine months at seven reals a month. Don Quixote added it +up, found that it came to sixty-three reals, and told the farmer to +pay it down immediately, if he did not want to die for it.</p> + +<p>The trembling clown replied that as he lived and by the oath he +had sworn (though he had not sworn any) it was not so much; for +there were to be taken into account and deducted three pairs of +shoes he had given him, and a real for two blood-lettings when he +was sick.</p> + +<p>"All that is very well," said Don Quixote; "but let the shoes and +the blood-lettings stand as a setoff against the blows you have +given him without any cause; for if he spoiled the leather of the +shoes you paid for, you have damaged that of his body, and if the +barber took blood from him when he was sick, you have drawn it when he +was sound; so on that score he owes you nothing."</p> + +<p>"The difficulty is, Sir Knight, that I have no money here; let +Andres come home with me, and I will pay him all, real by real."</p> + +<p>"I go with him!" said the youth. "Nay, God forbid! No, senor, not +for the world; for once alone with me, he would ray me like a Saint +Bartholomew."</p> + +<p>"He will do nothing of the kind," said Don Quixote; "I have only +to command, and he will obey me; and as he has sworn to me by the +order of knighthood which he has received, I leave him free, and I +guarantee the payment."</p> + +<p>"Consider what you are saying, senor," said the youth; "this +master of mine is not a knight, nor has he received any order of +knighthood; for he is Juan Haldudo the Rich, of Quintanar."</p> + +<p>"That matters little," replied Don Quixote; "there may be Haldudos +knights; moreover, everyone is the son of his works."</p> + +<p>"That is true," said Andres; "but this master of mine—of what works +is he the son, when he refuses me the wages of my sweat and labour?"</p> + +<p>"I do not refuse, brother Andres," said the farmer, "be good +enough to come along with me, and I swear by all the orders of +knighthood there are in the world to pay you as I have agreed, real by +real, and perfumed."</p> + +<p>"For the perfumery I excuse you," said Don Quixote; "give it to +him in reals, and I shall be satisfied; and see that you do as you +have sworn; if not, by the same oath I swear to come back and hunt you +out and punish you; and I shall find you though you should lie +closer than a lizard. And if you desire to know who it is lays this +command upon you, that you be more firmly bound to obey it, know +that I am the valorous Don Quixote of La Mancha, the undoer of +wrongs and injustices; and so, God be with you, and keep in mind +what you have promised and sworn under those penalties that have +been already declared to you."</p> + +<p>So saying, he gave Rocinante the spur and was soon out of reach. The +farmer followed him with his eyes, and when he saw that he had cleared +the wood and was no longer in sight, he turned to his boy Andres, +and said, "Come here, my son, I want to pay you what I owe you, as +that undoer of wrongs has commanded me."</p> + +<p>"My oath on it," said Andres, "your worship will be well advised +to obey the command of that good knight—may he live a thousand +years—for, as he is a valiant and just judge, by Roque, if you do not pay +me, he will come back and do as he said."</p> + +<p>"My oath on it, too," said the farmer; "but as I have a strong +affection for you, I want to add to the debt in order to add to the +payment;" and seizing him by the arm, he tied him up again, and gave +him such a flogging that he left him for dead.</p> + +<p>"Now, Master Andres," said the farmer, "call on the undoer of +wrongs; you will find he won't undo that, though I am not sure that +I have quite done with you, for I have a good mind to flay you alive." +But at last he untied him, and gave him leave to go look for his judge +in order to put the sentence pronounced into execution.</p> + +<p>Andres went off rather down in the mouth, swearing he would go to +look for the valiant Don Quixote of La Mancha and tell him exactly +what had happened, and that all would have to be repaid him sevenfold; +but for all that, he went off weeping, while his master stood +laughing.</p> + +<p>Thus did the valiant Don Quixote right that wrong, and, thoroughly +satisfied with what had taken place, as he considered he had made a +very happy and noble beginning with his knighthood, he took the road +towards his village in perfect self-content, saying in a low voice, +"Well mayest thou this day call thyself fortunate above all on +earth, O Dulcinea del Toboso, fairest of the fair! since it has fallen +to thy lot to hold subject and submissive to thy full will and +pleasure a knight so renowned as is and will be Don Quixote of La +Mancha, who, as all the world knows, yesterday received the order of +knighthood, and hath to-day righted the greatest wrong and grievance +that ever injustice conceived and cruelty perpetrated: who hath to-day +plucked the rod from the hand of yonder ruthless oppressor so wantonly +lashing that tender child."</p> + +<p>He now came to a road branching in four directions, and +immediately he was reminded of those cross-roads where +knights-errant used to stop to consider which road they should take. +In imitation of them he halted for a while, and after having deeply +considered it, he gave Rocinante his head, submitting his own will +to that of his hack, who followed out his first intention, which was +to make straight for his own stable. After he had gone about two miles +Don Quixote perceived a large party of people, who, as afterwards +appeared, were some Toledo traders, on their way to buy silk at +Murcia. There were six of them coming along under their sunshades, +with four servants mounted, and three muleteers on foot. Scarcely +had Don Quixote descried them when the fancy possessed him that this +must be some new adventure; and to help him to imitate as far as he +could those passages he had read of in his books, here seemed to +come one made on purpose, which he resolved to attempt. So with a +lofty bearing and determination he fixed himself firmly in his +stirrups, got his lance ready, brought his buckler before his +breast, and planting himself in the middle of the road, stood +waiting the approach of these knights-errant, for such he now +considered and held them to be; and when they had come near enough +to see and hear, he exclaimed with a haughty gesture, "All the world +stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is +no maiden fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless +Dulcinea del Toboso."</p> + +<p>The traders halted at the sound of this language and the sight of +the strange figure that uttered it, and from both figure and +language at once guessed the craze of their owner; they wished, +however, to learn quietly what was the object of this confession +that was demanded of them, and one of them, who was rather fond of a +joke and was very sharp-witted, said to him, "Sir Knight, we do not +know who this good lady is that you speak of; show her to us, for, +if she be of such beauty as you suggest, with all our hearts and +without any pressure we will confess the truth that is on your part +required of us."</p> + +<p>"If I were to show her to you," replied Don Quixote, "what merit +would you have in confessing a truth so manifest? The essential +point is that without seeing her you must believe, confess, affirm, +swear, and defend it; else ye have to do with me in battle, +ill-conditioned, arrogant rabble that ye are; and come ye on, one by +one as the order of knighthood requires, or all together as is the +custom and vile usage of your breed, here do I bide and await you +relying on the justice of the cause I maintain."</p> + +<p>"Sir Knight," replied the trader, "I entreat your worship in the +name of this present company of princes, that, to save us from +charging our consciences with the confession of a thing we have +never seen or heard of, and one moreover so much to the prejudice of +the Empresses and Queens of the Alcarria and Estremadura, your worship +will be pleased to show us some portrait of this lady, though it be no +bigger than a grain of wheat; for by the thread one gets at the +ball, and in this way we shall be satisfied and easy, and you will +be content and pleased; nay, I believe we are already so far agreed +with you that even though her portrait should show her blind of one +eye, and distilling vermilion and sulphur from the other, we would +nevertheless, to gratify your worship, say all in her favour that +you desire."</p> + +<p>"She distils nothing of the kind, vile rabble," said Don Quixote, +burning with rage, "nothing of the kind, I say, only ambergris and +civet in cotton; nor is she one-eyed or humpbacked, but straighter +than a Guadarrama spindle: but ye must pay for the blasphemy ye have +uttered against beauty like that of my lady."</p> + +<p>And so saying, he charged with levelled lance against the one who +had spoken, with such fury and fierceness that, if luck had not +contrived that Rocinante should stumble midway and come down, it would +have gone hard with the rash trader. Down went Rocinante, and over +went his master, rolling along the ground for some distance; and +when he tried to rise he was unable, so encumbered was he with +lance, buckler, spurs, helmet, and the weight of his old armour; and +all the while he was struggling to get up he kept saying, "Fly not, +cowards and caitiffs! stay, for not by my fault, but my horse's, am +I stretched here."</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p020"></a><img alt="p020.jpg (352K)" src="images/p020.jpg" height="498" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p020.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>One of the muleteers in attendance, who could not have had much good +nature in him, hearing the poor prostrate man blustering in this +style, was unable to refrain from giving him an answer on his ribs; +and coming up to him he seized his lance, and having broken it in +pieces, with one of them he began so to belabour our Don Quixote that, +notwithstanding and in spite of his armour, he milled him like a +measure of wheat. His masters called out not to lay on so hard and +to leave him alone, but the muleteers blood was up, and he did not +care to drop the game until he had vented the rest of his wrath, and +gathering up the remaining fragments of the lance he finished with a +discharge upon the unhappy victim, who all through the storm of sticks +that rained on him never ceased threatening heaven, and earth, and the +brigands, for such they seemed to him. At last the muleteer was tired, +and the traders continued their journey, taking with them matter for +talk about the poor fellow who had been cudgelled. He when he found +himself alone made another effort to rise; but if he was unable when +whole and sound, how was he to rise after having been thrashed and +well-nigh knocked to pieces? And yet he esteemed himself fortunate, as +it seemed to him that this was a regular knight-errant's mishap, and +entirely, he considered, the fault of his horse. However, battered +in body as he was, to rise was beyond his power.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="e04"></a><img alt="e04.jpg (28K)" src="images/e04.jpg" height="389" width="523"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<center><h2><a name="ch5"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE OF OUR KNIGHT'S MISHAP IS CONTINUED +</h3></center> +<br> +<br> +<center><a name="p022"></a><img alt="p022.jpg (123K)" src="images/p022.jpg" height="385" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p022.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Finding, then, that, in fact he could not move, he thought himself +of having recourse to his usual remedy, which was to think of some +passage in his books, and his craze brought to his mind that about +Baldwin and the Marquis of Mantua, when Carloto left him wounded on +the mountain side, a story known by heart by the children, not +forgotten by the young men, and lauded and even believed by the old +folk; and for all that not a whit truer than the miracles of +Mahomet. This seemed to him to fit exactly the case in which he +found himself, so, making a show of severe suffering, he began to roll +on the ground and with feeble breath repeat the very words which the +wounded knight of the wood is said to have uttered:</p> + + +<pre> +Where art thou, lady mine, that thou + My sorrow dost not rue? +Thou canst not know it, lady mine, + Or else thou art untrue. +</pre> + + +<p>And so he went on with the ballad as far as the lines:</p> + + +<pre> +O noble Marquis of Mantua, + My Uncle and liege lord! +</pre> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p026"></a><img alt="p026.jpg (316K)" src="images/p026.jpg" height="508" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p026.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +As chance would have it, when he had got to this line there happened +to come by a peasant from his own village, a neighbour of his, who had +been with a load of wheat to the mill, and he, seeing the man +stretched there, came up to him and asked him who he was and what +was the matter with him that he complained so dolefully.</p> + +<p>Don Quixote was firmly persuaded that this was the Marquis of +Mantua, his uncle, so the only answer he made was to go on with his +ballad, in which he told the tale of his misfortune, and of the +loves of the Emperor's son and his wife all exactly as the ballad +sings it.</p> + +<p>The peasant stood amazed at hearing such nonsense, and relieving him +of the visor, already battered to pieces by blows, he wiped his +face, which was covered with dust, and as soon as he had done so he +recognised him and said, "Senor Quixada" (for so he appears to have +been called when he was in his senses and had not yet changed from a +quiet country gentleman into a knight-errant), "who has brought your +worship to this pass?" But to all questions the other only went on +with his ballad.</p> + +<p>Seeing this, the good man removed as well as he could his +breastplate and backpiece to see if he had any wound, but he could +perceive no blood nor any mark whatever. He then contrived to raise +him from the ground, and with no little difficulty hoisted him upon +his ass, which seemed to him to be the easiest mount for him; and +collecting the arms, even to the splinters of the lance, he tied +them on Rocinante, and leading him by the bridle and the ass by the +halter he took the road for the village, very sad to hear what +absurd stuff Don Quixote was talking.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p029"></a><img alt="p029.jpg (285K)" src="images/p029.jpg" height="834" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p029.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Nor was Don Quixote less so, for +what with blows and bruises he could not sit upright on the ass, and +from time to time he sent up sighs to heaven, so that once more he +drove the peasant to ask what ailed him. And it could have been only +the devil himself that put into his head tales to match his own +adventures, for now, forgetting Baldwin, he bethought himself of the +Moor Abindarraez, when the Alcaide of Antequera, Rodrigo de Narvaez, +took him prisoner and carried him away to his castle; so that when the +peasant again asked him how he was and what ailed him, he gave him for +reply the same words and phrases that the captive Abindarraez gave +to Rodrigo de Narvaez, just as he had read the story in the "Diana" of +Jorge de Montemayor where it is written, applying it to his own case +so aptly that the peasant went along cursing his fate that he had to +listen to such a lot of nonsense; from which, however, he came to +the conclusion that his neighbour was mad, and so made all haste to +reach the village to escape the wearisomeness of this harangue of +Don Quixote's; who, at the end of it, said, "Senor Don Rodrigo de +Narvaez, your worship must know that this fair Xarifa I have mentioned +is now the lovely Dulcinea del Toboso, for whom I have done, am doing, +and will do the most famous deeds of chivalry that in this world +have been seen, are to be seen, or ever shall be seen."</p> + +<p>To this the peasant answered, "Senor—sinner that I am!—cannot your +worship see that I am not Don Rodrigo de Narvaez nor the Marquis of +Mantua, but Pedro Alonso your neighbour, and that your worship is +neither Baldwin nor Abindarraez, but the worthy gentleman Senor +Quixada?"</p> + +<p>"I know who I am," replied Don Quixote, "and I know that I may be +not only those I have named, but all the Twelve Peers of France and +even all the Nine Worthies, since my achievements surpass all that +they have done all together and each of them on his own account."</p> + +<p>With this talk and more of the same kind they reached the village +just as night was beginning to fall, but the peasant waited until it +was a little later that the belaboured gentleman might not be seen +riding in such a miserable trim. When it was what seemed to him the +proper time he entered the village and went to Don Quixote's house, +which he found all in confusion, and there were the curate and the +village barber, who were great friends of Don Quixote, and his +housekeeper was saying to them in a loud voice, "What does your +worship think can have befallen my master, Senor Licentiate Pero +Perez?" for so the curate was called; "it is three days now since +anything has been seen of him, or the hack, or the buckler, lance, +or armour. Miserable me! I am certain of it, and it is as true as that +I was born to die, that these accursed books of chivalry he has, and +has got into the way of reading so constantly, have upset his +reason; for now I remember having often heard him saying to himself +that he would turn knight-errant and go all over the world in quest of +adventures. To the devil and Barabbas with such books, that have +brought to ruin in this way the finest understanding there was in +all La Mancha!"</p> + +<p>The niece said the same, and, more: "You must know, Master +Nicholas"—for that was the name of the barber—"it was often my +uncle's way to stay two days and nights together poring over these +unholy books of misventures, after which he would fling the book +away and snatch up his sword and fall to slashing the walls; and +when he was tired out he would say he had killed four giants like four +towers; and the sweat that flowed from him when he was weary he said +was the blood of the wounds he had received in battle; and then he +would drink a great jug of cold water and become calm and quiet, +saying that this water was a most precious potion which the sage +Esquife, a great magician and friend of his, had brought him. But I +take all the blame upon myself for never having told your worships +of my uncle's vagaries, that you might put a stop to them before +things had come to this pass, and burn all these accursed books—for +he has a great number—that richly deserve to be burned like +heretics."</p> + +<p>"So say I too," said the curate, "and by my faith to-morrow shall +not pass without public judgment upon them, and may they be +condemned to the flames lest they lead those that read to behave as my +good friend seems to have behaved."</p> + +<p>All this the peasant heard, and from it he understood at last what +was the matter with his neighbour, so he began calling aloud, "Open, +your worships, to Senor Baldwin and to Senor the Marquis of Mantua, +who comes badly wounded, and to Senor Abindarraez, the Moor, whom +the valiant Rodrigo de Narvaez, the Alcaide of Antequera, brings +captive."</p> + +<p>At these words they all hurried out, and when they recognised +their friend, master, and uncle, who had not yet dismounted from the +ass because he could not, they ran to embrace him.</p> + +<p>"Hold!" said he, "for I am badly wounded through my horse's fault; +carry me to bed, and if possible send for the wise Urganda to cure and +see to my wounds."</p> + +<p>"See there! plague on it!" cried the housekeeper at this: "did not +my heart tell the truth as to which foot my master went lame of? To +bed with your worship at once, and we will contrive to cure you here +without fetching that Hurgada. A curse I say once more, and a +hundred times more, on those books of chivalry that have brought +your worship to such a pass."</p> + +<p>They carried him to bed at once, and after searching for his +wounds could find none, but he said they were all bruises from +having had a severe fall with his horse Rocinante when in combat +with ten giants, the biggest and the boldest to be found on earth.</p> + +<p>"So, so!" said the curate, "are there giants in the dance? By the +sign of the Cross I will burn them to-morrow before the day over."</p> + +<p>They put a host of questions to Don Quixote, but his only answer +to all was—give him something to eat, and leave him to sleep, for +that was what he needed most. They did so, and the curate questioned +the peasant at great length as to how he had found Don Quixote. He +told him, and the nonsense he had talked when found and on the way +home, all which made the licentiate the more eager to do what he did +the next day, which was to summon his friend the barber, Master +Nicholas, and go with him to Don Quixote's house.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p031"></a><img alt="p031.jpg (31K)" src="images/p031.jpg" height="355" width="559"> +</center> + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p1.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="5921-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p3.htm">Next Part</a> + </td></tr> +</table> +</center> +<br><br> + +</body> +</html> + |