for if it were he must let him know that as he did not design to take up his Residence there he did not like such Entertainment and vow'd to Heaven that if any of 'em came to lay Hold on him to toss him at that Rate he wou'd spurn their Souls out of their Bodies and with this starting up he lay'd his Hand on his Sword At the same Time they lower'd their Sails and with a dreadful Noise let down the Main-yard which so frighted Sancho who thought the Sky was off the Hinges and falling upon him that he duck'd and thrust his Head between his Legs for Fear Don Quixote was a little Sea-sick too he began to shiver and shrug up his Shoulders and chang'd Colour The Slaves hoisted the Main-yard again with the same Force and Noise that they had lower'd it withal But all this with such Silence on their Parts as if they had neither Voice nor Breath The Boatswain then gave the Word to weigh Anchor and leaping a top of the Fore-castle among the Crew with his Whip or Bull's-Pizzle he began to dust and fly-flap their Shoulders and by little and little to put off to Sea When Sancho saw so many colour'd Feet moving at once for he took the Oars to be such be shrew my Heart quoth he here is Inchantment in good Earnest all our Adventures and Witchcrafts have been nothing to this What h ve these poor Wretches done that their Hides must be curry'd at this Rate And how dares this plaguy Fellow go whistling about here by himself and mawl thus so many People Well I say this is Hell or Purgatory at least Don Quixote observing how earnestly Sancho look'd on these Passages ah dear Sancho said he what an easy Matter now were it for you to strip to the Waste and clap your self among these Gentlemen and so compleat Dulcinea's Disinchantment among so many Companions in Affliction you wou'd not be so sensible of the Smart and besides the sage Merlin perhaps might take every one of these Lashes being so well laid on for ten of those which you must certainly one Day inflict on your self The General of the Gallies was going to ask what he meant by these Lashes and Dulcinea's Disinchantment when a Mariner cry'd out they make Signs to us from Monjuy that there 's a Vessel standing under the Shoar to the Westward With that the General leaping upon the Coursey cry'd pull away my Hearts let her not ' scape us this Brigantine is an Argiereen I warrant her Presently the three other Gallies came up with the Admiral to receive Orders and he commanded two of 'em to stand out to Sea while he with the other wou'd keep along the Shoar that so they might be sure of their Prize The Rowâ—rs tugg'd so hard that the Gallies scudded away like Lightning and those that stood to Sea discover'd about two Miles off a Vessel with fourteen or fifteen Oars which upon Sight of the Gallies put her self in Chace hoping by her Lightness to escape but all in vain for the Admiral 's Galley being one of the swiftest Vessels in those Seas gain'd so much Way upon her that the Master of the Brigantine seeing his Danger was willing the Crew should quit their Oars and yield for Fear of exasperating the General But Fate order'd it otherwise for upon the Admiral 's coming up with the Brigantine so near as to hale her and bid them strike two Toraquis that is two drunken Turks among twelve others that were on board the Vessel discharg'd a Couple of Muskets and kill'd two Soldiers that were upon the Wale of the Galley The General seeing this vow'd he wou'd not leave a Man of 'em alive and coming up with great Fury to grapple with her she slipp'd away under the Oars of the Galley The Galley ran a-head a good Way and the little Vessel finding her self clear for the present tho' without Hopes to get off crouded all the Sail she cou'd and with Oars and Sails began to make the best of her Way while the Galley tack'd round But all their Diligence did not do 'em so much Good as their Presumption did 'em Harm for the Admiral coming up with her after a short Chace clapp'd his Oars in the Vessel and so took her and every Man in her alive By this Time the other Gallies were come up and all four return'd with their Prize into the Harbour where great Numbers of People stood waiting to know what Prize they had taken The General came to an Anchor near the Land and perceiving the Viceroy was on the Shore he mann'd his Pinnace to fetch him aboard and gave Orders to sling up the Main-yard to hang up the Master of the Brigantine with the rest of the Crew which consisted of about six and thirty Persons all proper lusty Fellows and most of 'em Turkish Musketeers The General ask'd who commanded the Vessel whereupon one of the Prisoners who was afterwards known to be a Spaniard and a Renegado answer'd him in Spanish This was our Master my Lord said he shewing him a young Man not twenty Years of Age and one of the handsomest Persons that cou'd be imagin'd You inconsiderate Dog said the General what made you kill my Men when you saw 't was not possible for you to escape Is this the Respect due to an Admiral Don't you know that Rashness is no Courage While there is any Hope we are allowd to be bold but not to be desperate The Master was offering to reply but the General cou'd not stay to hear his Answer being oblig'd to go entertain the Viceroy who was just come aboard with his Retinue and others of the Town You have had a lucky Chace my Lord said the Viceroy What have you got Your Excellency shall see presently answer'd the General I 'll shew 'em to you immediately hanging at the Main-yard-arm How so reply'd the Viceroy Because said he they have kill'd me contrary to all Law of Arms Reason and Custom of the Sea two of the best Soldiers I had on board for which I have sworn to hang them every Mother's Son especially this young Rogue the Master Saying thus he shew'd him a Person with his Hands already bound and the Halter about his Neck expecting nothing but Death His Youth Beauty and Resignation began to plead much in his behalf with the Viceroy and making him inclinable to save him Tell me Captain said he Art thou born a Turk or a Moor or art thou a Renegado None of all these answer'd the Youth in as good Spanish What then said the Viceroy A Christian Woman reply'd the Youth A Woman and a Christian though in these Cloaths and in such a Post but 't is a Thing rather to be wonder'd at than believ'd I humbly beseech ye my Lords continued the Youth to defer my Execution till I give you the History of my Life for the Delay of your Revenge will be but short This Request was urg'd so piteously
more wretched than you all Come Howl as in redoubled Flames Attend me to th' eternal Night No other Dirge nor Funral Rite A poor despairing Lover claims And thou my Song sad Child of Woe When Life is gone and I m below For thy lost Parent cease to grieve With Life and Thee my Woes increase And shou'd they not by dying cease Hell has no pains like those I leave These Verses were well approv'd by all the Company only Vivaldo observ'd that the Jealousies and Fears of which the Shepherd complain'd did not very well agree with what he had heard oâ— Marcella's unspotted Modesty and Reservedness But Ambrose who had been always privy tâ— the most secret Thoughts of his Friend inform d him that the unhappy Chysostome wrote those Verses when he had torn himself from his ador'd Mistress to try whether absence the comâ—â—â— cure of Love wou'd relieve him and mitigaâ—â— his Pain And as every thing disturbs an absent Lover and nothing is more usual than for him to torment himself with a thousand Chymera's of his own Brain so did Chrysostome perplex himself with jealousies and suspicions which had no ground but in his distracted imagination and therefore whatever he said in those uneasie Circumstances cou'd never affect or in the least prejudice Marcella's Virtuous Character upon whom setting aside her Cruelty and her disdainful Haughtiness Envy itself could never fix the least Reproach Vivaldo being thus convinc'd they were going to read another Paper when they were unexpectedly prevented by a kind of an Apparition that offered it self to their View 'T was Marcella herself who appear'd at the top of the Rock at the foot of which they were digging the Grave but so beautiful that Fame seem'd rather to have lessen'd than to have magnify'd her Charms those who had never seen her before gaz'd on her with silent wonder and delight nay those who us'd to see her every day seem'd no less lost in admiration than the rest But scarce had Ambrose spy'd her when with anger and indignation in his heart he cry'd out What mak'st thou there thou fierce thou cruel Basilisk of these Mountains com'st thou to see whether the Wounds of this murther'd Wretch will bleed afresh at thy presence Or com'st thou thus mounted aloft to glory in the fatal effects of thy native Inhumanity like another Nero at the sight of Flaming Rome Or is it to Trample this unfortunate Corps as Tarquin's ungrateful Daughter did her Fathers Tell us quickly why thou com'st and what thou yet desirest For since I know that Chrysostome's whole study was to serve and please thee while he liv'd I 'm willing to dispose all his Friends to pay thee the like obedience now he 's dead I come not here to any of those ungrateful ends Ambrose reply'd Marcella but only to clear my Innocence and show the injustice of all those who lay their misfortunes and Chrysostome's Death to my charge Therefore I entreat you all who are here at this time to hear me a little for I shall not need to use many words to convince People of sense of an evident Truth Heav'n you 're pleas'd to say has made me beautiful and that to such a degree that you are forc'd nay as it were compell'd to love me in spight of your endeavours to the contrary and for the sake of that love you say I ought to love you again Now tho I am sensible that whatever is beautiful is lovely I cannot conceive that what is lov'd for being handsom shou'd be bound to love that by which 't is lov'd meerly because 't is lov'd he that loves a beautiful object may happen to be ugly and as what is ugly deserves not to be lov'd it wou'd be ridiculous to say I love you because you are handsom and therefore you must love me again tho I am ugly But suppose two persons of different Sex are equally handsom it does not follow that their desires shou'd be alike and reciprocal for all Beauties do not kindle Love some only recreate the sight and never reach nor captivate the heart Alas shou'd whatever is beautiful beget Love and in slave the mind Mankind's desires wou'd ever run confus'd and wandering without being able to fix their determinate choice for as there is an infinite number of beautiful objects the Desires wou'd consequently be also infinite whereas on the contrary I have heard that true Love is still confin'd to one and voluntary and unforc'd This being granted why wou'd you have me force my Inclinations for no other reason but that you say you love me Tell me I beseech you had Heaven form'd me as ugly as it has made me beautiful cou'd I justly complain of you for not loving me Pray consider also that I do not possess those Charms by choice such as they are they were freely bestow'd on me by Heaven and as the Viper is not to be blam'd for the Poyson with which she kills seeing 't was assign'd her by Nature so I ought not to be censur'd for that Beauty which I derive from the same Cause For Beauty in a Virtuous Woman is but like a distant Flame or a sharp-edg'd Sword and only burns and wounds those who approach too near it Honour and Virtue are the ornaments of the Soul and that Body that 's destitute of 'em cannot be esteem'd beautiful tho it be naturally so If then Honour be one of those Endowments which most adorn the Body why shou'd she that 's belov'd for her Beauty expose herself to the loss of it meerly to gratifie the loose Desires of one who for his own selfish ends uses all the means imaginable to make her lose it I was born free and that I might continue so I retir'd to these solitary hills and plains where Trees are my Companions and clear Fountains my Looking-glasses Those whom I have attracted with my sight I have undeceiv'd with my words And if hope be the food of desire I never gave any encouragement to Chrysostome nor to any other it may well be said 't was rather his own obstinacy than my cruelty that shorten'd his life If you tell me that his intentions were honest and therefore ought to have been complyd with I answer that when at the very place where his Grave is making he discover'd his Passion I told him I was resolv'd to live and dye single and that the Earth alone shou'd reap the spoils of my Reserv'dness and Beauty and if after all the admonitions I gave him he wou'd persist in his obstinate pursuit and sail against the Wind what wonder is' t he shou'd perish in the Waves of his Indiscretion had I ever encourag'd him or amus'd him with ambiguous words then I had been false and had I gratify'd his wishes I had acted contrary to my better resolves He persisted tho I had given him a due caution and he despair'd e're he was hated Now I leave you to judge whether I ought to be blam'd
that Worm-wood and every bitter Herb compar'd to it are as sweet as Honey The Queen being really dead continu'd she and not in a Trance we bury'd her and scarce had we done her the last Offices and taken our last leaves when Quis talia fando temperet a Lachrymis Who can relate such Woes and not be drown'd in Tears The Giant Malambruno Cousin-german to the deceas'd Queen who besides his native Cruelty was also a Magician appear'd upon her Grave mounted on a Wooden Horse and by his dreadful angry Looks shew'd he came thither to Revenge the Death of his Relation by Punishing Don Clavijo for his Presumption and Antonomasta for her oversight Accordingly he immediately Inchanted them both upon the very Tomb transforming her into a Brazen Female Monkey and the young Knight into a hideous Crocodile of an unknown Metal and between them both he set an Inscription in the Syriack Tongue which we have got since Translated into the Candayan and then into Spanish to this Effect These two presumptuous Lovers shall never recover their Natural Shapes till the Valorous Knight of la Mancha enter into a single Combat with me For by the irrevocable Decrees of Fate this unheard of Adventure is reserved for his unheard of Courage This done he drew a broad Scimiter of a monstrous Size and catching me fast by the Hair made an offer to cut my Throat or to whip off my Head I was frighted almost to Death my Hair stood an end and my Tongue cleav'd to the Root of my Mouth However recovering my self as well as I could Trembling and Weeping I begg'd Mercy in such a moving Accent and in such tender melting Words that at last my Entreaties prevail'd on him to stop the cruel Execution In short be order'd all the Waiting-women at Court to be brought before him the same that you see here at present and after he had aggravated our Breach of Trust and rail'd against the deceitful Practices mercenary Procuring and what else he could urge in Scandal of our Profession and its very Being reviling us for the Fact of which I alone stood guilty I will not punish you with instant Death said he but inflict a Punishment which shall be a lasting and eternal Mortification Now in the very Instant of his denouncing our Sentence we felt the Pores of our Faces to open and all about 'em perceiv'd an itching Pain like the pricking of Pins and Needles Thereupon clapping our Hands to our Faces we found 'em as you shall see 'em immediately saying this the Disconsolate Matron and her Attendance throwing off their Veils expos'd their Faces all rough with bristly Beards some red some black some white and others motley The Duke and Dutchess admir'd Don Quixote and Sancho were astonish'd and the Standers-by were Thunder-struck Thus said the Countess proceeding has that murdering and bloody-minded Malambruno serv'd us and planted these rough and horrid Bristles on our Faces otherwise most delicately smooth Oh that he had chopp'd off our Heads with his monstrous Scimiter rather than to have disgrac'd our Faces with these Brushes upon ' em For Gentlemen if you rightly consider it and truly what I have to say should be attended with a Flood of Tears but such Rivers and Oceans have fall'n from me already upon this doleful Subject that my Eyes are as dry as Chaff and therefore pray let me speak without Tears at this time Where alas shall a Waiting-woman dare to shew her Head with such a Fiâ—z-bush upon her Chin What Charitable Person will entertain her What Relations will own her At the best we can scarcely make our Faces passable though we torture 'em with a thousand Slops and Washes and even thus we have much ado to get the Men to care for us What will become of her then that wears a Thicket upon her Face Oh Ladies and Companions of my Misery In an ill hour were we begot and in a worse came we into the World With these words the Disconsolate Matron seem'd to faint away CHAP. XL. Of some Things that relate to this Adventure and appertain to this memorable History ALL Persons that love to read Histories of the nature of this must certainly be very much obliged to Cid Hamet the original Author who has taken such Care in delivering every minute Particular distinctly entire without concealing the least Circumstance that might heighten the Humour or if omitted have obscur'd the Light and Truth of the Story He draws lively Pictures of the Thoughts discovers the Imaginations satisfies Curiosity in Secrets clears Doubts resolves Arguments and in short makes manifest the least Atoms of the most inquisitive Desire O most famous Author O Fortunate Don Quixote O Renown'd Dulcinea O Facetious Sancho jointly and severally may you live and continue to the latest Posterity for the general Delight and Recreation of Mankind but the Story goes on Now on my honest Word quoth Sancho when he saw the Matron in a Swoon and by the Blood of all the Pança's my Fore-fathers I never heard nor saw the like neither did my Master ever tell me or so much as conceit in that working Head-piece of his such an Adventure as this Now all the Devils in Hell and I would not curse any Body run away with thee for an Inchanting Son of a Whore thou damn'd Giant Malambruno Could'st thou find no other Punishment for these poor Sinners but by clapping Scrubbing-Brushes about their Muzzles with a Pox to you Had it not been much better to slit their Nostrils half way up their Noses though they had snuffl'd for it a little than to have planted these quick-set Hedges o'er their Chaps I 'll lay any Man a Wager now the poor Devils have not Money enough to pay for their Shaving 'T is but too true Sir said one of them we have not wherewithal to pay for taking our Beards off so that some of us to save Charges are forc'd to lay on Plaisters of Pitch that pull away Roots and all and leave our Chins as smooth as the Bottom of a Stone-Mortar There is indeed a sort of Women in Candaya that go about from House to House to take off the Hairs that grow about the Face trim the Eye-brows and do twenty other little private Jobs for the Women but we here that wait on my Lady never dar'd to have any thing to do with them for they have got ill Names for though formerly they got free Access and pass'd for Relations now they are look'd upon to be no better than Bawds So if my Lord Don Quixote do not relieve us our Beards will stick by us as long as we live I 'll have mine pluck'd off Hair by Hair ' among the Moors answer'd Don Quixote rather than not free you from yours Ah Valorous Knight cry'd the Countess Trifaldi recovering that Moment from her Fit the sweet Sound of your Promise reach'd my Hearing in the very midst of my Trance and has perfectly restor'd my Senses I