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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="#ch67b">CHAPTER LXVII</a> +OF THE RESOLUTION DON QUIXOTE FORMED TO TURN SHEPHERD +AND TAKE TO A LIFE IN THE FIELDS WHILE THE YEAR FOR +WHICH HE HAD GIVEN HIS WORD WAS RUNNING ITS COURSE; +WITH OTHER EVENTS TRULY DELECTABLE AND HAPPY + +<a href="#ch68b">CHAPTER LXVIII</a> +OF THE BRISTLY ADVENTURE THAT BEFELL DON QUIXOTE + +<a href="#ch69b">CHAPTER LXIX</a> +OF THE STRANGEST AND MOST EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE THAT +BEFELL DON QUIXOTE IN THE WHOLE COURSE OF THIS GREAT HISTORY + +<a href="#ch70b">CHAPTER LXX</a> +WHICH FOLLOWS SIXTY-NINE AND DEALS WITH MATTERS +INDISPENSABLE FOR THE CLEAR COMPREHENSION OF THIS HISTORY + +</pre> + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><h1>DON QUIXOTE</h1></center> +<br><br> +<center><h2>Volume II.</h2></center> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + +<br><br> +<center><h2><a name="ch67b"></a>CHAPTER LXVII.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>OF THE RESOLUTION DON QUIXOTE FORMED TO TURN SHEPHERD AND TAKE TO +A LIFE IN THE FIELDS WHILE THE YEAR FOR WHICH HE HAD GIVEN HIS WORD +WAS RUNNING ITS COURSE; WITH OTHER EVENTS TRULY DELECTABLE AND HAPPY +</h3></center> +<br> +<br> + +<center><a name="p67a"></a><img alt="p67a.jpg (145K)" src="images/p67a.jpg" height="437" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p67a.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +If a multitude of reflections used to harass Don Quixote before he +had been overthrown, a great many more harassed him since his fall. He +was under the shade of a tree, as has been said, and there, like flies +on honey, thoughts came crowding upon him and stinging him. Some of +them turned upon the disenchantment of Dulcinea, others upon the +life he was about to lead in his enforced retirement. Sancho came up +and spoke in high praise of the generous disposition of the lacquey +Tosilos.</p> + +<p>"Is it possible, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "that thou dost still +think that he yonder is a real lacquey? Apparently it has escaped +thy memory that thou hast seen Dulcinea turned and transformed into +a peasant wench, and the Knight of the Mirrors into the bachelor +Carrasco; all the work of the enchanters that persecute me. But tell +me now, didst thou ask this Tosilos, as thou callest him, what has +become of Altisidora, did she weep over my absence, or has she already +consigned to oblivion the love thoughts that used to afflict her +when I was present?"</p> + +<p>"The thoughts that I had," said Sancho, "were not such as to leave +time for asking fool's questions. Body o' me, senor! is your worship +in a condition now to inquire into other people's thoughts, above +all love thoughts?"</p> + +<p>"Look ye, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "there is a great difference +between what is done out of love and what is done out of gratitude. +A knight may very possibly be proof against love; but it is +impossible, strictly speaking, for him to be ungrateful. Altisidora, +to all appearance, loved me truly; she gave me the three kerchiefs +thou knowest of; she wept at my departure, she cursed me, she abused +me, casting shame to the winds she bewailed herself in public; all +signs that she adored me; for the wrath of lovers always ends in +curses. I had no hopes to give her, nor treasures to offer her, for +mine are given to Dulcinea, and the treasures of knights-errant are +like those of the fairies,' illusory and deceptive; all I can give her +is the place in my memory I keep for her, without prejudice, +however, to that which I hold devoted to Dulcinea, whom thou art +wronging by thy remissness in whipping thyself and scourging that +flesh—would that I saw it eaten by wolves—which would rather keep +itself for the worms than for the relief of that poor lady."</p> + +<p>"Senor," replied Sancho, "if the truth is to be told, I cannot +persuade myself that the whipping of my backside has anything to do +with the disenchantment of the enchanted; it is like saying, 'If +your head aches rub ointment on your knees;' at any rate I'll make +bold to swear that in all the histories dealing with knight-errantry +that your worship has read you have never come across anybody +disenchanted by whipping; but whether or no I'll whip myself when I +have a fancy for it, and the opportunity serves for scourging myself +comfortably."</p> + +<p>"God grant it," said Don Quixote; "and heaven give thee grace to +take it to heart and own the obligation thou art under to help my +lady, who is thine also, inasmuch as thou art mine."</p> + +<p>As they pursued their journey talking in this way they came to the +very same spot where they had been trampled on by the bulls. Don +Quixote recognised it, and said he to Sancho, "This is the meadow +where we came upon those gay shepherdesses and gallant shepherds who +were trying to revive and imitate the pastoral Arcadia there, an +idea as novel as it was happy, in emulation whereof, if so be thou +dost approve of it, Sancho, I would have ourselves turn shepherds, +at any rate for the time I have to live in retirement. I will buy some +ewes and everything else requisite for the pastoral calling; and, I +under the name of the shepherd Quixotize and thou as the shepherd +Panzino, we will roam the woods and groves and meadows singing songs +here, lamenting in elegies there, drinking of the crystal waters of +the springs or limpid brooks or flowing rivers. The oaks will yield us +their sweet fruit with bountiful hand, the trunks of the hard cork +trees a seat, the willows shade, the roses perfume, the widespread +meadows carpets tinted with a thousand dyes; the clear pure air will +give us breath, the moon and stars lighten the darkness of the night +for us, song shall be our delight, lamenting our joy, Apollo will +supply us with verses, and love with conceits whereby we shall make +ourselves famed for ever, not only in this but in ages to come."</p> + +<p>"Egad," said Sancho, "but that sort of life squares, nay corners, +with my notions; and what is more the bachelor Samson Carrasco and +Master Nicholas the barber won't have well seen it before they'll want +to follow it and turn shepherds along with us; and God grant it may +not come into the curate's head to join the sheepfold too, he's so +jovial and fond of enjoying himself."</p> + +<p>"Thou art in the right of it, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "and the +bachelor Samson Carrasco, if he enters the pastoral fraternity, as +no doubt he will, may call himself the shepherd Samsonino, or +perhaps the shepherd Carrascon; Nicholas the barber may call himself +Niculoso, as old Boscan formerly was called Nemoroso; as for the +curate I don't know what name we can fit to him unless it be something +derived from his title, and we call him the shepherd Curiambro. For +the shepherdesses whose lovers we shall be, we can pick names as we +would pears; and as my lady's name does just as well for a +shepherdess's as for a princess's, I need not trouble myself to look +for one that will suit her better; to thine, Sancho, thou canst give +what name thou wilt."</p> + +<p>"I don't mean to give her any but Teresona," said Sancho, "which +will go well with her stoutness and with her own right name, as she is +called Teresa; and then when I sing her praises in my verses I'll show +how chaste my passion is, for I'm not going to look 'for better +bread than ever came from wheat' in other men's houses. It won't do +for the curate to have a shepherdess, for the sake of good example; +and if the bachelor chooses to have one, that is his look-out."</p> + +<p>"God bless me, Sancho my friend!" said Don Quixote, "what a life +we shall lead! What hautboys and Zamora bagpipes we shall hear, what +tabors, timbrels, and rebecks! And then if among all these different +sorts of music that of the albogues is heard, almost all the +pastoral instruments will be there."</p> + +<p>"What are albogues?" asked Sancho, "for I never in my life heard +tell of them or saw them."</p> + +<p>"Albogues," said Don Quixote, "are brass plates like candlesticks +that struck against one another on the hollow side make a noise which, +if not very pleasing or harmonious, is not disagreeable and accords +very well with the rude notes of the bagpipe and tabor. The word +albogue is Morisco, as are all those in our Spanish tongue that +begin with al; for example, almohaza, almorzar, alhombra, alguacil, +alhucema, almacen, alcancia, and others of the same sort, of which +there are not many more; our language has only three that are +Morisco and end in i, which are borcegui, zaquizami, and maravedi. +Alheli and alfaqui are seen to be Arabic, as well by the al at the +beginning as by the they end with. I mention this incidentally, the +chance allusion to albogues having reminded me of it; and it will be +of great assistance to us in the perfect practice of this calling that +I am something of a poet, as thou knowest, and that besides the +bachelor Samson Carrasco is an accomplished one. Of the curate I say +nothing; but I will wager he has some spice of the poet in him, and no +doubt Master Nicholas too, for all barbers, or most of them, are +guitar players and stringers of verses. I will bewail my separation; +thou shalt glorify thyself as a constant lover; the shepherd Carrascon +will figure as a rejected one, and the curate Curiambro as whatever +may please him best; and so all will go as gaily as heart could wish."</p> + +<p>To this Sancho made answer, "I am so unlucky, senor, that I'm afraid +the day will never come when I'll see myself at such a calling. O what +neat spoons I'll make when I'm a shepherd! What messes, creams, +garlands, pastoral odds and ends! And if they don't get me a name +for wisdom, they'll not fail to get me one for ingenuity. My +daughter Sanchica will bring us our dinner to the pasture. But +stay—she's good-looking, and shepherds there are with more mischief than +simplicity in them; I would not have her 'come for wool and go back +shorn;' love-making and lawless desires are just as common in the +fields as in the cities, and in shepherds' shanties as in royal +palaces; 'do away with the cause, you do away with the sin;' 'if +eyes don't see hearts don't break' and 'better a clear escape than +good men's prayers.'"</p> + +<p>"A truce to thy proverbs, Sancho," exclaimed Don Quixote; "any one +of those thou hast uttered would suffice to explain thy meaning; +many a time have I recommended thee not to be so lavish with +proverbs and to exercise some moderation in delivering them; but it +seems to me it is only 'preaching in the desert;' 'my mother beats +me and I go on with my tricks."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me," said Sancho, "that your worship is like the common +saying, 'Said the frying-pan to the kettle, Get away, blackbreech.' +You chide me for uttering proverbs, and you string them in couples +yourself."</p> + +<p>"Observe, Sancho," replied Don Quixote, "I bring in proverbs to +the purpose, and when I quote them they fit like a ring to the finger; +thou bringest them in by the head and shoulders, in such a way that +thou dost drag them in, rather than introduce them; if I am not +mistaken, I have told thee already that proverbs are short maxims +drawn from the experience and observation of our wise men of old; +but the proverb that is not to the purpose is a piece of nonsense +and not a maxim. But enough of this; as nightfall is drawing on let us +retire some little distance from the high road to pass the night; what +is in store for us to-morrow God knoweth."</p> + +<p>They turned aside, and supped late and poorly, very much against +Sancho's will, who turned over in his mind the hardships attendant +upon knight-errantry in woods and forests, even though at times plenty +presented itself in castles and houses, as at Don Diego de +Miranda's, at the wedding of Camacho the Rich, and at Don Antonio +Moreno's; he reflected, however, that it could not be always day, +nor always night; and so that night he passed in sleeping, and his +master in waking.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p67e"></a><img alt="p67e.jpg (55K)" src="images/p67e.jpg" height="631" width="563"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<br><br> +<center><h2><a name="ch68b"></a>CHAPTER LXVIII.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>OF THE BRISTLY ADVENTURE THAT BEFELL DON QUIXOTE +</h3></center> +<br> +<br> + +<center><a name="p68a"></a><img alt="p68a.jpg (119K)" src="images/p68a.jpg" height="435" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p68a.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The night was somewhat dark, for though there was a moon in the +sky it was not in a quarter where she could be seen; for sometimes the +lady Diana goes on a stroll to the antipodes, and leaves the mountains +all black and the valleys in darkness. Don Quixote obeyed nature so +far as to sleep his first sleep, but did not give way to the second, +very different from Sancho, who never had any second, because with him +sleep lasted from night till morning, wherein he showed what a sound +constitution and few cares he had. Don Quixote's cares kept him +restless, so much so that he awoke Sancho and said to him, "I am +amazed, Sancho, at the unconcern of thy temperament. I believe thou +art made of marble or hard brass, incapable of any emotion or +feeling whatever. I lie awake while thou sleepest, I weep while thou +singest, I am faint with fasting while thou art sluggish and torpid +from pure repletion. It is the duty of good servants to share the +sufferings and feel the sorrows of their masters, if it be only for +the sake of appearances. See the calmness of the night, the solitude +of the spot, inviting us to break our slumbers by a vigil of some +sort. Rise as thou livest, and retire a little distance, and with a +good heart and cheerful courage give thyself three or four hundred +lashes on account of Dulcinea's disenchantment score; and this I +entreat of thee, making it a request, for I have no desire to come +to grips with thee a second time, as I know thou hast a heavy hand. As +soon as thou hast laid them on we will pass the rest of the night, I +singing my separation, thou thy constancy, making a beginning at +once with the pastoral life we are to follow at our village."</p> + +<p>"Senor," replied Sancho, "I'm no monk to get up out of the middle of +my sleep and scourge myself, nor does it seem to me that one can +pass from one extreme of the pain of whipping to the other of music. +Will your worship let me sleep, and not worry me about whipping +myself? or you'll make me swear never to touch a hair of my doublet, +not to say my flesh."</p> + +<p>"O hard heart!" said Don Quixote, "O pitiless squire! O bread +ill-bestowed and favours ill-acknowledged, both those I have done thee +and those I mean to do thee! Through me hast thou seen thyself a +governor, and through me thou seest thyself in immediate expectation +of being a count, or obtaining some other equivalent title, for +I—post tenebras spero lucem."</p> + +<p>"I don't know what that is," said Sancho; "all I know is that so +long as I am asleep I have neither fear nor hope, trouble nor glory; +and good luck betide him that invented sleep, the cloak that covers +over all a man's thoughts, the food that removes hunger, the drink +that drives away thirst, the fire that warms the cold, the cold that +tempers the heat, and, to wind up with, the universal coin wherewith +everything is bought, the weight and balance that makes the shepherd +equal with the king and the fool with the wise man. Sleep, I have +heard say, has only one fault, that it is like death; for between a +sleeping man and a dead man there is very little difference."</p> + +<p>"Never have I heard thee speak so elegantly as now, Sancho," said +Don Quixote; "and here I begin to see the truth of the proverb thou +dost sometimes quote, 'Not with whom thou art bred, but with whom thou +art fed.'"</p> + +<p>"Ha, by my life, master mine," said Sancho, "it's not I that am +stringing proverbs now, for they drop in pairs from your worship's +mouth faster than from mine; only there is this difference between +mine and yours, that yours are well-timed and mine are untimely; but +anyhow, they are all proverbs."</p> + +<p>At this point they became aware of a harsh indistinct noise that +seemed to spread through all the valleys around. Don Quixote stood +up and laid his hand upon his sword, and Sancho ensconced himself +under Dapple and put the bundle of armour on one side of him and the +ass's pack-saddle on the other, in fear and trembling as great as +Don Quixote's perturbation. Each instant the noise increased and +came nearer to the two terrified men, or at least to one, for as to +the other, his courage is known to all. The fact of the matter was +that some men were taking above six hundred pigs to sell at a fair, +and were on their way with them at that hour, and so great was the +noise they made and their grunting and blowing, that they deafened the +ears of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, and they could not make out what +it was. The wide-spread grunting drove came on in a surging mass, +and without showing any respect for Don Quixote's dignity or Sancho's, +passed right over the pair of them, demolishing Sancho's +entrenchments, and not only upsetting Don Quixote but sweeping +Rocinante off his feet into the bargain; and what with the trampling +and the grunting, and the pace at which the unclean beasts went, +pack-saddle, armour, Dapple and Rocinante were left scattered on the +ground and Sancho and Don Quixote at their wits' end.</p> + +<p>Sancho got up as well as he could and begged his master to give +him his sword, saying he wanted to kill half a dozen of those dirty +unmannerly pigs, for he had by this time found out that that was +what they were.</p> + +<p>"Let them be, my friend," said Don Quixote; "this insult is the +penalty of my sin; and it is the righteous chastisement of heaven that +jackals should devour a vanquished knight, and wasps sting him and +pigs trample him under foot."</p> + +<p>"I suppose it is the chastisement of heaven, too," said Sancho, +"that flies should prick the squires of vanquished knights, and lice +eat them, and hunger assail them. If we squires were the sons of the +knights we serve, or their very near relations, it would be no +wonder if the penalty of their misdeeds overtook us, even to the +fourth generation. But what have the Panzas to do with the Quixotes? +Well, well, let's lie down again and sleep out what little of the +night there's left, and God will send us dawn and we shall be all +right."</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p68b"></a><img alt="p68b.jpg (345K)" src="images/p68b.jpg" height="813" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p68b.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Sleep thou, Sancho," returned Don Quixote, "for thou wast born to +sleep as I was born to watch; and during the time it now wants of dawn +I will give a loose rein to my thoughts, and seek a vent for them in a +little madrigal which, unknown to thee, I composed in my head last +night."</p> + +<p>"I should think," said Sancho, "that the thoughts that allow one +to make verses cannot be of great consequence; let your worship string +verses as much as you like and I'll sleep as much as I can;" and +forthwith, taking the space of ground he required, he muffled +himself up and fell into a sound sleep, undisturbed by bond, debt, +or trouble of any sort. Don Quixote, propped up against the trunk of a +beech or a cork tree—for Cide Hamete does not specify what kind of +tree it was—sang in this strain to the accompaniment of his own +sighs:</p> + + +<pre> + When in my mind +I muse, O Love, upon thy cruelty, + To death I flee, +In hope therein the end of all to find. + + But drawing near +That welcome haven in my sea of woe, + Such joy I know, +That life revives, and still I linger here. + + Thus life doth slay, +And death again to life restoreth me; + Strange destiny, +That deals with life and death as with a play! + +</pre> + + +<p> +He accompanied each verse with many sighs and not a few tears, +just like one whose heart was pierced with grief at his defeat and his +separation from Dulcinea.</p> + +<p>And now daylight came, and the sun smote Sancho on the eyes with his +beams. He awoke, roused himself up, shook himself and stretched his +lazy limbs, and seeing the havoc the pigs had made with his stores +he cursed the drove, and more besides. Then the pair resumed their +journey, and as evening closed in they saw coming towards them some +ten men on horseback and four or five on foot. Don Quixote's heart +beat quick and Sancho's quailed with fear, for the persons approaching +them carried lances and bucklers, and were in very warlike guise. +Don Quixote turned to Sancho and said, "If I could make use of my +weapons, and my promise had not tied my hands, I would count this host +that comes against us but cakes and fancy bread; but perhaps it may +prove something different from what we apprehend." The men on +horseback now came up, and raising their lances surrounded Don Quixote +in silence, and pointed them at his back and breast, menacing him with +death. One of those on foot, putting his finger to his lips as a +sign to him to be silent, seized Rocinante's bridle and drew him out +of the road, and the others driving Sancho and Dapple before them, and +all maintaining a strange silence, followed in the steps of the one +who led Don Quixote. The latter two or three times attempted to ask +where they were taking him to and what they wanted, but the instant he +began to open his lips they threatened to close them with the points +of their lances; and Sancho fared the same way, for the moment he +seemed about to speak one of those on foot punched him with a goad, +and Dapple likewise, as if he too wanted to talk. Night set in, they +quickened their pace, and the fears of the two prisoners grew greater, +especially as they heard themselves assailed with—"Get on, ye +Troglodytes;" "Silence, ye barbarians;" "March, ye cannibals;" "No +murmuring, ye Scythians;" "Don't open your eyes, ye murderous +Polyphemes, ye blood-thirsty lions," and suchlike names with which +their captors harassed the ears of the wretched master and man. Sancho +went along saying to himself, "We, tortolites, barbers, animals! I +don't like those names at all; 'it's in a bad wind our corn is being +winnowed;' 'misfortune comes upon us all at once like sticks on a +dog,' and God grant it may be no worse than them that this unlucky +adventure has in store for us."</p> + +<p>Don Quixote rode completely dazed, unable with the aid of all his +wits to make out what could be the meaning of these abusive names they +called them, and the only conclusion he could arrive at was that there +was no good to be hoped for and much evil to be feared. And now, about +an hour after midnight, they reached a castle which Don Quixote saw at +once was the duke's, where they had been but a short time before. "God +bless me!" said he, as he recognised the mansion, "what does this +mean? It is all courtesy and politeness in this house; but with the +vanquished good turns into evil, and evil into worse."</p> + +<p>They entered the chief court of the castle and found it prepared and +fitted up in a style that added to their amazement and doubled their +fears, as will be seen in the following chapter.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p68e"></a><img alt="p68e.jpg (49K)" src="images/p68e.jpg" height="583" width="487"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<br><br> +<center><h2><a name="ch69b"></a>CHAPTER LXIX.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>OF THE STRANGEST AND MOST EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE THAT BEFELL DON +QUIXOTE IN THE WHOLE COURSE OF THIS GREAT HISTORY +</h3></center> +<br> +<br> + +<center><a name="p69a"></a><img alt="p69a.jpg (141K)" src="images/p69a.jpg" height="419" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p69a.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +The horsemen dismounted, and, together with the men on foot, without +a moment's delay taking up Sancho and Don Quixote bodily, they carried +them into the court, all round which near a hundred torches fixed in +sockets were burning, besides above five hundred lamps in the +corridors, so that in spite of the night, which was somewhat dark, the +want of daylight could not be perceived. In the middle of the court +was a catafalque, raised about two yards above the ground and +covered completely by an immense canopy of black velvet, and on the +steps all round it white wax tapers burned in more than a hundred +silver candlesticks. Upon the catafalque was seen the dead body of a +damsel so lovely that by her beauty she made death itself look +beautiful. She lay with her head resting upon a cushion of brocade and +crowned with a garland of sweet-smelling flowers of divers sorts, +her hands crossed upon her bosom, and between them a branch of +yellow palm of victory. On one side of the court was erected a +stage, where upon two chairs were seated two persons who from having +crowns on their heads and sceptres in their hands appeared to be kings +of some sort, whether real or mock ones. By the side of this stage, +which was reached by steps, were two other chairs on which the men +carrying the prisoners seated Don Quixote and Sancho, all in +silence, and by signs giving them to understand that they too were +to be silent; which, however, they would have been without any +signs, for their amazement at all they saw held them tongue-tied. +And now two persons of distinction, who were at once recognised by Don +Quixote as his hosts the duke and duchess, ascended the stage attended +by a numerous suite, and seated themselves on two gorgeous chairs +close to the two kings, as they seemed to be. Who would not have +been amazed at this? Nor was this all, for Don Quixote had perceived +that the dead body on the catafalque was that of the fair +Altisidora. As the duke and duchess mounted the stage Don Quixote +and Sancho rose and made them a profound obeisance, which they +returned by bowing their heads slightly. At this moment an official +crossed over, and approaching Sancho threw over him a robe of black +buckram painted all over with flames of fire, and taking off his cap +put upon his head a mitre such as those undergoing the sentence of the +Holy Office wear; and whispered in his ear that he must not open his +lips, or they would put a gag upon him, or take his life. Sancho +surveyed himself from head to foot and saw himself all ablaze with +flames; but as they did not burn him, he did not care two farthings +for them. He took off the mitre and seeing painted with devils he +put it on again, saying to himself, "Well, so far those don't burn +me nor do these carry me off." Don Quixote surveyed him too, and +though fear had got the better of his faculties, he could not help +smiling to see the figure Sancho presented. And now from underneath +the catafalque, so it seemed, there rose a low sweet sound of +flutes, which, coming unbroken by human voice (for there silence +itself kept silence), had a soft and languishing effect. Then, +beside the pillow of what seemed to be the dead body, suddenly +appeared a fair youth in a Roman habit, who, to the accompaniment of a +harp which he himself played, sang in a sweet and clear voice these +two stanzas:</p> + + +<pre> +While fair Altisidora, who the sport + Of cold Don Quixote's cruelty hath been, +Returns to life, and in this magic court + The dames in sables come to grace the scene, +And while her matrons all in seemly sort + My lady robes in baize and bombazine, +Her beauty and her sorrows will I sing +With defter quill than touched the Thracian string. + +But not in life alone, methinks, to me + Belongs the office; Lady, when my tongue +Is cold in death, believe me, unto thee + My voice shall raise its tributary song. +My soul, from this strait prison-house set free, + As o'er the Stygian lake it floats along, +Thy praises singing still shall hold its way, +And make the waters of oblivion stay. + +</pre> + + +<p>At this point one of the two that looked like kings exclaimed, +"Enough, enough, divine singer! It would be an endless task to put +before us now the death and the charms of the peerless Altisidora, not +dead as the ignorant world imagines, but living in the voice of fame +and in the penance which Sancho Panza, here present, has to undergo to +restore her to the long-lost light. Do thou, therefore, O +Rhadamanthus, who sittest in judgment with me in the murky caverns +of Dis, as thou knowest all that the inscrutable fates have decreed +touching the resuscitation of this damsel, announce and declare it +at once, that the happiness we look forward to from her restoration be +no longer deferred."</p> + +<p>No sooner had Minos the fellow judge of Rhadamanthus said this, than +Rhadamanthus rising up said:</p> + +<p>"Ho, officials of this house, high and low, great and small, make +haste hither one and all, and print on Sancho's face four-and-twenty +smacks, and give him twelve pinches and six pin thrusts in the back +and arms; for upon this ceremony depends the restoration of +Altisidora."</p> + +<p>On hearing this Sancho broke silence and cried out, "By all that's +good, I'll as soon let my face be smacked or handled as turn Moor. +Body o' me! What has handling my face got to do with the +resurrection of this damsel? 'The old woman took kindly to the +blits; they enchant Dulcinea, and whip me in order to disenchant +her; Altisidora dies of ailments God was pleased to send her, and to +bring her to life again they must give me four-and-twenty smacks, +and prick holes in my body with pins, and raise weals on my arms +with pinches! Try those jokes on a brother-in-law; 'I'm an old dog, +and "tus, tus" is no use with me.'"</p> + +<p>"Thou shalt die," said Rhadamanthus in a loud voice; "relent, thou +tiger; humble thyself, proud Nimrod; suffer and he silent, for no +impossibilities are asked of thee; it is not for thee to inquire +into the difficulties in this matter; smacked thou must be, pricked +thou shalt see thyself, and with pinches thou must be made to howl. +Ho, I say, officials, obey my orders; or by the word of an honest man, +ye shall see what ye were born for."</p> + +<p>At this some six duennas, advancing across the court, made their +appearance in procession, one after the other, four of them with +spectacles, and all with their right hands uplifted, showing four +fingers of wrist to make their hands look longer, as is the fashion +now-a-days. No sooner had Sancho caught sight of them than, +bellowing like a bull, he exclaimed, "I might let myself be handled by +all the world; but allow duennas to touch me—not a bit of it! Scratch +my face, as my master was served in this very castle; run me through +the body with burnished daggers; pinch my arms with red-hot pincers; +I'll bear all in patience to serve these gentlefolk; but I won't let +duennas touch me, though the devil should carry me off!"</p> + +<p>Here Don Quixote, too, broke silence, saying to Sancho, "Have +patience, my son, and gratify these noble persons, and give all thanks +to heaven that it has infused such virtue into thy person, that by its +sufferings thou canst disenchant the enchanted and restore to life the +dead."</p> + +<p>The duennas were now close to Sancho, and he, having become more +tractable and reasonable, settling himself well in his chair presented +his face and beard to the first, who delivered him a smack very +stoutly laid on, and then made him a low curtsey.</p> + +<p>"Less politeness and less paint, senora duenna," said Sancho; "by +God your hands smell of vinegar-wash."</p> + +<p>In fine, all the duennas smacked him and several others of the +household pinched him; but what he could not stand was being pricked +by the pins; and so, apparently out of patience, he started up out +of his chair, and seizing a lighted torch that stood near him fell +upon the duennas and the whole set of his tormentors, exclaiming, +"Begone, ye ministers of hell; I'm not made of brass not to feel +such out-of-the-way tortures."</p> + +<p>At this instant Altisidora, who probably was tired of having been so +long lying on her back, turned on her side; seeing which the +bystanders cried out almost with one voice, "Altisidora is alive! +Altisidora lives!"</p> + +<p>Rhadamanthus bade Sancho put away his wrath, as the object they +had in view was now attained. When Don Quixote saw Altisidora move, he +went on his knees to Sancho saying to him, "Now is the time, son of my +bowels, not to call thee my squire, for thee to give thyself some of +those lashes thou art bound to lay on for the disenchantment of +Dulcinea. Now, I say, is the time when the virtue that is in thee is +ripe, and endowed with efficacy to work the good that is looked for +from thee."</p> + +<p>To which Sancho made answer, "That's trick upon trick, I think, +and not honey upon pancakes; a nice thing it would be for a whipping +to come now, on the top of pinches, smacks, and pin-proddings! You had +better take a big stone and tie it round my neck, and pitch me into +a well; I should not mind it much, if I'm to be always made the cow of +the wedding for the cure of other people's ailments. Leave me alone; +or else by God I'll fling the whole thing to the dogs, let come what +may."</p> + +<p>Altisidora had by this time sat up on the catafalque, and as she did +so the clarions sounded, accompanied by the flutes, and the voices +of all present exclaiming, "Long life to Altisidora! long life to +Altisidora!" The duke and duchess and the kings Minos and Rhadamanthus +stood up, and all, together with Don Quixote and Sancho, advanced to +receive her and take her down from the catafalque; and she, making +as though she were recovering from a swoon, bowed her head to the duke +and duchess and to the kings, and looking sideways at Don Quixote, +said to him, "God forgive thee, insensible knight, for through thy +cruelty I have been, to me it seems, more than a thousand years in the +other world; and to thee, the most compassionate upon earth, I +render thanks for the life I am now in possession of. From this day +forth, friend Sancho, count as thine six smocks of mine which I bestow +upon thee, to make as many shirts for thyself, and if they are not all +quite whole, at any rate they are all clean."</p> + +<p>Sancho kissed her hands in gratitude, kneeling, and with the mitre +in his hand. The duke bade them take it from him, and give him back +his cap and doublet and remove the flaming robe. Sancho begged the +duke to let them leave him the robe and mitre; as he wanted to take +them home for a token and memento of that unexampled adventure. The +duchess said they must leave them with him; for he knew already what a +great friend of his she was. The duke then gave orders that the +court should be cleared, and that all should retire to their chambers, +and that Don Quixote and Sancho should be conducted to their old +quarters.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p69e"></a><img alt="p69e.jpg (60K)" src="images/p69e.jpg" height="789" width="491"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<center><h2><a name="ch70b"></a>CHAPTER LXX.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>WHICH FOLLOWS SIXTY-NINE AND DEALS WITH MATTERS INDISPENSABLE FOR +THE CLEAR COMPREHENSION OF THIS HISTORY +</h3></center> +<br> +<br> + +<center><a name="p70a"></a><img alt="p70a.jpg (131K)" src="images/p70a.jpg" height="391" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p70a.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +Sancho slept that night in a cot in the same chamber with Don +Quixote, a thing he would have gladly excused if he could for he +knew very well that with questions and answers his master would not +let him sleep, and he was in no humour for talking much, as he still +felt the pain of his late martyrdom, which interfered with his freedom +of speech; and it would have been more to his taste to sleep in a +hovel alone, than in that luxurious chamber in company. And so well +founded did his apprehension prove, and so correct was his +anticipation, that scarcely had his master got into bed when he +said, "What dost thou think of tonight's adventure, Sancho? Great +and mighty is the power of cold-hearted scorn, for thou with thine own +eyes hast seen Altisidora slain, not by arrows, nor by the sword, +nor by any warlike weapon, nor by deadly poisons, but by the thought +of the sternness and scorn with which I have always treated her."</p> + +<p>"She might have died and welcome," said Sancho, "when she pleased +and how she pleased; and she might have left me alone, for I never +made her fall in love or scorned her. I don't know nor can I imagine +how the recovery of Altisidora, a damsel more fanciful than wise, +can have, as I have said before, anything to do with the sufferings of +Sancho Panza. Now I begin to see plainly and clearly that there are +enchanters and enchanted people in the world; and may God deliver me +from them, since I can't deliver myself; and so I beg of your +worship to let me sleep and not ask me any more questions, unless +you want me to throw myself out of the window."</p> + +<p>"Sleep, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote, "if the pinprodding and +pinches thou hast received and the smacks administered to thee will +let thee."</p> + +<p>"No pain came up to the insult of the smacks," said Sancho, "for the +simple reason that it was duennas, confound them, that gave them to +me; but once more I entreat your worship to let me sleep, for sleep is +relief from misery to those who are miserable when awake."</p> + +<p>"Be it so, and God be with thee," said Don Quixote.</p> + +<p>They fell asleep, both of them, and Cide Hamete, the author of +this great history, took this opportunity to record and relate what it +was that induced the duke and duchess to get up the elaborate plot +that has been described. The bachelor Samson Carrasco, he says, not +forgetting how he as the Knight of the Mirrors had been vanquished and +overthrown by Don Quixote, which defeat and overthrow upset all his +plans, resolved to try his hand again, hoping for better luck than +he had before; and so, having learned where Don Quixote was from the +page who brought the letter and present to Sancho's wife, Teresa +Panza, he got himself new armour and another horse, and put a white +moon upon his shield, and to carry his arms he had a mule led by a +peasant, not by Tom Cecial his former squire for fear he should be +recognised by Sancho or Don Quixote. He came to the duke's castle, and +the duke informed him of the road and route Don Quixote had taken with +the intention of being present at the jousts at Saragossa. He told +him, too, of the jokes he had practised upon him, and of the device +for the disenchantment of Dulcinea at the expense of Sancho's +backside; and finally he gave him an account of the trick Sancho had +played upon his master, making him believe that Dulcinea was enchanted +and turned into a country wench; and of how the duchess, his wife, had +persuaded Sancho that it was he himself who was deceived, inasmuch +as Dulcinea was really enchanted; at which the bachelor laughed not +a little, and marvelled as well at the sharpness and simplicity of +Sancho as at the length to which Don Quixote's madness went. The +duke begged of him if he found him (whether he overcame him or not) to +return that way and let him know the result. This the bachelor did; he +set out in quest of Don Quixote, and not finding him at Saragossa, +he went on, and how he fared has been already told. He returned to the +duke's castle and told him all, what the conditions of the combat +were, and how Don Quixote was now, like a loyal knight-errant, +returning to keep his promise of retiring to his village for a year, +by which time, said the bachelor, he might perhaps be cured of his +madness; for that was the object that had led him to adopt these +disguises, as it was a sad thing for a gentleman of such good parts as +Don Quixote to be a madman. And so he took his leave of the duke, +and went home to his village to wait there for Don Quixote, who was +coming after him. Thereupon the duke seized the opportunity of +practising this mystification upon him; so much did he enjoy +everything connected with Sancho and Don Quixote. He had the roads +about the castle far and near, everywhere he thought Don Quixote was +likely to pass on his return, occupied by large numbers of his +servants on foot and on horseback, who were to bring him to the +castle, by fair means or foul, if they met him. They did meet him, and +sent word to the duke, who, having already settled what was to be +done, as soon as he heard of his arrival, ordered the torches and +lamps in the court to be lit and Altisidora to be placed on the +catafalque with all the pomp and ceremony that has been described, the +whole affair being so well arranged and acted that it differed but +little from reality. And Cide Hamete says, moreover, that for his part +he considers the concocters of the joke as crazy as the victims of it, +and that the duke and duchess were not two fingers' breadth removed +from being something like fools themselves when they took such pains +to make game of a pair of fools.</p> + +<p>As for the latter, one was sleeping soundly and the other lying +awake occupied with his desultory thoughts, when daylight came to them +bringing with it the desire to rise; for the lazy down was never a +delight to Don Quixote, victor or vanquished. Altisidora, come back +from death to life as Don Quixote fancied, following up the freak of +her lord and lady, entered the chamber, crowned with the garland she +had worn on the catafalque and in a robe of white taffeta +embroidered with gold flowers, her hair flowing loose over her +shoulders, and leaning upon a staff of fine black ebony. Don +Quixote, disconcerted and in confusion at her appearance, huddled +himself up and well-nigh covered himself altogether with the sheets +and counterpane of the bed, tongue-tied, and unable to offer her any +civility. Altisidora seated herself on a chair at the head of the bed, +and, after a deep sigh, said to him in a feeble, soft voice, "When +women of rank and modest maidens trample honour under foot, and give a +loose to the tongue that breaks through every impediment, publishing +abroad the inmost secrets of their hearts, they are reduced to sore +extremities. Such a one am I, Senor Don Quixote of La Mancha, crushed, +conquered, love-smitten, but yet patient under suffering and virtuous, +and so much so that my heart broke with grief and I lost my life. +For the last two days I have been dead, slain by the thought of the +cruelty with which thou hast treated me, obdurate knight,</p> + +<p>O harder thou than marble to my plaint;</p> + +<p>or at least believed to be dead by all who saw me; and had it not been +that Love, taking pity on me, let my recovery rest upon the sufferings +of this good squire, there I should have remained in the other world."</p> + +<p>"Love might very well have let it rest upon the sufferings of my +ass, and I should have been obliged to him," said Sancho. "But tell +me, senora—and may heaven send you a tenderer lover than my +master—what did you see in the other world? What goes on in hell? For of +course that's where one who dies in despair is bound for."</p> + +<p>"To tell you the truth," said Altisidora, "I cannot have died +outright, for I did not go into hell; had I gone in, it is very +certain I should never have come out again, do what I might. The truth +is, I came to the gate, where some dozen or so of devils were +playing tennis, all in breeches and doublets, with falling collars +trimmed with Flemish bonelace, and ruffles of the same that served +them for wristbands, with four fingers' breadth of the arms exposed to +make their hands look longer; in their hands they held rackets of +fire; but what amazed me still more was that books, apparently full of +wind and rubbish, served them for tennis balls, a strange and +marvellous thing; this, however, did not astonish me so much as to +observe that, although with players it is usual for the winners to +be glad and the losers sorry, there in that game all were growling, +all were snarling, and all were cursing one another." "That's no +wonder," said Sancho; "for devils, whether playing or not, can never +be content, win or lose."</p> + +<p>"Very likely," said Altisidora; "but there is another thing that +surprises me too, I mean surprised me then, and that was that no +ball outlasted the first throw or was of any use a second time; and it +was wonderful the constant succession there was of books, new and old. +To one of them, a brand-new, well-bound one, they gave such a stroke +that they knocked the guts out of it and scattered the leaves about. +'Look what book that is,' said one devil to another, and the other +replied, 'It is the "Second Part of the History of Don Quixote of La +Mancha," not by Cide Hamete, the original author, but by an +Aragonese who by his own account is of Tordesillas.' 'Out of this with +it,' said the first, 'and into the depths of hell with it out of my +sight.' 'Is it so bad?' said the other. 'So bad is it,' said the +first, 'that if I had set myself deliberately to make a worse, I could +not have done it.' They then went on with their game, knocking other +books about; and I, having heard them mention the name of Don +Quixote whom I love and adore so, took care to retain this vision in +my memory."</p> + +<p>"A vision it must have been, no doubt," said Don Quixote, "for there +is no other I in the world; this history has been going about here for +some time from hand to hand, but it does not stay long in any, for +everybody gives it a taste of his foot. I am not disturbed by +hearing that I am wandering in a fantastic shape in the darkness of +the pit or in the daylight above, for I am not the one that history +treats of. If it should be good, faithful, and true, it will have ages +of life; but if it should be bad, from its birth to its burial will +not be a very long journey."</p> + +<p>Altisidora was about to proceed with her complaint against Don +Quixote, when he said to her, "I have several times told you, senora +that it grieves me you should have set your affections upon me, as +from mine they can only receive gratitude, but no return. I was born +to belong to Dulcinea del Toboso, and the fates, if there are any, +dedicated me to her; and to suppose that any other beauty can take the +place she occupies in my heart is to suppose an impossibility. This +frank declaration should suffice to make you retire within the +bounds of your modesty, for no one can bind himself to do +impossibilities."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, Altisidora, with a show of anger and agitation, +exclaimed, "God's life! Don Stockfish, soul of a mortar, stone of a +date, more obstinate and obdurate than a clown asked a favour when +he has his mind made up, if I fall upon you I'll tear your eyes out! +Do you fancy, Don Vanquished, Don Cudgelled, that I died for your +sake? All that you have seen to-night has been make-believe; I'm not +the woman to let the black of my nail suffer for such a camel, much +less die!"</p> + +<p>"That I can well believe," said Sancho; "for all that about lovers +pining to death is absurd; they may talk of it, but as for doing +it—Judas may believe that!"</p> + +<p>While they were talking, the musician, singer, and poet, who had +sung the two stanzas given above came in, and making a profound +obeisance to Don Quixote said, "Will your worship, sir knight, +reckon and retain me in the number of your most faithful servants, for +I have long been a great admirer of yours, as well because of your +fame as because of your achievements?" "Will your worship tell me +who you are," replied Don Quixote, "so that my courtesy may be +answerable to your deserts?" The young man replied that he was the +musician and songster of the night before. "Of a truth," said Don +Quixote, "your worship has a most excellent voice; but what you sang +did not seem to me very much to the purpose; for what have +Garcilasso's stanzas to do with the death of this lady?"</p> + +<p>"Don't be surprised at that," returned the musician; "for with the +callow poets of our day the way is for every one to write as he +pleases and pilfer where he chooses, whether it be germane to the +matter or not, and now-a-days there is no piece of silliness they +can sing or write that is not set down to poetic licence."</p> + +<p>Don Quixote was about to reply, but was prevented by the duke and +duchess, who came in to see him, and with them there followed a long +and delightful conversation, in the course of which Sancho said so +many droll and saucy things that he left the duke and duchess +wondering not only at his simplicity but at his sharpness. Don Quixote +begged their permission to take his departure that same day, +inasmuch as for a vanquished knight like himself it was fitter he +should live in a pig-sty than in a royal palace. They gave it very +readily, and the duchess asked him if Altisidora was in his good +graces.</p> + +<p>He replied, "Senora, let me tell your ladyship that this damsel's +ailment comes entirely of idleness, and the cure for it is honest +and constant employment. She herself has told me that lace is worn +in hell; and as she must know how to make it, let it never be out of +her hands; for when she is occupied in shifting the bobbins to and +fro, the image or images of what she loves will not shift to and fro +in her thoughts; this is the truth, this is my opinion, and this is my +advice."</p> + +<p>"And mine," added Sancho; "for I never in all my life saw a +lace-maker that died for love; when damsels are at work their minds +are more set on finishing their tasks than on thinking of their loves. +I speak from my own experience; for when I'm digging I never think +of my old woman; I mean my Teresa Panza, whom I love better than my +own eyelids." "You say well, Sancho," said the duchess, "and I will +take care that my Altisidora employs herself henceforward in +needlework of some sort; for she is extremely expert at it." "There is +no occasion to have recourse to that remedy, senora," said Altisidora; +"for the mere thought of the cruelty with which this vagabond +villain has treated me will suffice to blot him out of my memory +without any other device; with your highness's leave I will retire, +not to have before my eyes, I won't say his rueful countenance, but +his abominable, ugly looks." "That reminds me of the common saying, +that 'he that rails is ready to forgive,'" said the duke.</p> + +<p>Altisidora then, pretending to wipe away her tears with a +handkerchief, made an obeisance to her master and mistress and quitted +the room.</p> + +<p>"Ill luck betide thee, poor damsel," said Sancho, "ill luck betide +thee! Thou hast fallen in with a soul as dry as a rush and a heart +as hard as oak; had it been me, i'faith 'another cock would have +crowed to thee.'"</p> + +<p>So the conversation came to an end, and Don Quixote dressed +himself and dined with the duke and duchess, and set out the same +evening.</p> + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><a name="p70e"></a><img alt="p70e.jpg (73K)" src="images/p70e.jpg" height="479" width="650"> +</center> +<a href="images/p70e.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Full Size" src="images/enlarge.jpg"></a> + + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p39.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="5946-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p41.htm">Next Part</a> + </td></tr> +</table> +</center> +<br><br> + +</body> +</html> + |