of Mantua when he made a vow to revenge the Death of his Cousin Baldwin which was never to eat Bread on a Table-cloath never to lye with the dear partner of his Bed and other things which tho they are now at this time slipt out of my memory I comprize in my Vow no less than if I had now mention'd 'em and this I bind my self to till I have fully reveng'd my self on him that has done me this injury Good your Worship cry'd Sancho amaz'd to hear him take such a horrid Oath think on what you 're doing for if that same Knight has done as you bid him and has gone and cast himself before my Lady Dulcinea del Toboso I don't see but he and you are quit and the man deserves no further punishment unless he does you some new mischief 'T is well observ'd reply'd Don Quixote and therefore as to the point of Revenge I revoke my Oath but I renew and confirm it protesting solemnly to lead the life I mention'd till I have by force of Arms dispoil'd some Knight of as good a Helmet as mine was Neither do thou fancy Sancho that I make this protestation rashly No I have a laudable precedent for it the authority of which will sufficiently justifie my Imitation for the very same thing happen'd about Mambrino's Helmet which cost Sacripante so dear Good Sir quoth Sancho let all such cursing and swearing go to the Devil there 's nothing can be worse for your Souls health nay for your bodily health neither Besides suppose we shou'd not this good while meet any one with a Helmet on what a sad case shou'd we then be in Will your Worship then keep your Oath in spight of so many hardships such as to lye rough for a month together far from any inhabited place and a thousand other idle pennances which that mad old Marquis of Mantua punish'd himself with by his Vow Do but consider that we may ride I don't know how long upon this Road without meeting any arm'd Knight to pick a quarrel with for here are none but Carriers and Waggoners who are so far from wearing any Helmets that 't is ten to one whether they ever heard of such a thing in their lives Thou art mistaken friend Sancho reply'd Don Quixote for we shall not be two hours this way without meeting more Men in Arms than there were at the Siege of Albraca to conquer the fair Angelica Well then let it be so quoth Sancho and may we have the luck to come off well and quickly win that Island which costs me so dear and then I don't matter what befalls me I have already bid thee not trouble thy self about this business Sancho said Don Quixote for shou'd we miss of an Island there is either the Kingdom of Denmark or that of Sobradisa as fit for thy purpose as a Ring to thy finger and what ought to be no small comfort to thee they are both upon the Continent But we 'll talk of this in its proper season At this time I 'd have thee see whether thou hast any thing to eat in thy Wallet that we may afterwards seek for some Castle where we may lodge this night and make the Balsam I told thee for I protest my Ear smarts extremely I have here an Onion reply'd the Squire a piece of Cheese and a few stale crusts of Bread but sure such course fare is not for such a brave Knight as your Worship Thou art grossly mistaken friend Sancho answer'd Don Quixote know that 't is the glory of Knights-Errant to be whole months without eating and when they do they fall upon the first thing they meet with tho it be never so homely hadst thou but read as many Books as I have done thou hadst been better inform'd as to that point for tho I think I have read as many Histories of Chivalry in my time as any other man I never cou'd find that the Knights-Errant ever eat unless it were by meer accident when they were invited to great Feasts and Royal Banquets at other times they indulg'd themselves with little other food besides their thoughts and tho it is not to be imagin'd they cou'd live without supplying the exigencies of humane nature as being after all no more than mortal men 't is likewise to be suppos'd that as they spent the greatest part of their lives in Forests and Desarts and always destitute of a Cook consequently their usual food was but such course Country fare as thou now offerst me Never then make thy self uneasie about what pleases me Friend Sancho nor pretend to make a new world nor to unhinge the very Constitution and ancient Customs of Knight-Errantry I beg your Worships pardon cry'd Sancho for as I was never bred a Scholard I may chance to have mist in some main point of your Laws of Knighthood but from this time forwards I 'll be sure to stock my Wallet with all manner of dry Fruits for you because your Worship 's a Knight as for my self who am none I 'll provide good Fowls and other substantial Victuals I don't say Sancho reply'd Don Quixote that a Knight-Errant is oblig'd to feed altogether upon Fruit I only mean that this was their common food together with some Roots and Herbs which they found up and down the Fields of all which they had a perfect knowledge as I my self have 'T is a good thing to know those Herbs cry'd Sancho for I am much mistaken or that kind of knowledge will stand us in good stead e're long In the mean time continu'd he here 's what good Heaven has sent us With that he pull'd out the provision he had and they fell to heartily together But their impatience to find out a place where they might be harbour'd that night made 'em shorten their sorry meal and mount again for feâ—â— of being benighted So away they put on in search of a Lodging But the Sun and their hopes fail'd 'em at once as they came to a place where some Goat-herds had set up some small Huts and therefore they concluded to take up their Lodging there that night This was as great a mortification to Sancho who was altogether for a good Town as it was a pleasure to his Master who was for sleeping in the open Field as believing that as often as he did it he confirm'd his Title to Knighthood by a new act of possession CHAP. III. What past between Don Quixote and the Goat-herds THe Knight was very courteously receiv'd by the Goat-herds and as for Sancho after he had set up Rozinante and his Ass as well as he cou'd he presently repair'd to the attractive smell of some pieces of Kids flesh which stood boiling in a Kettle over the fire The hungry Squire wou'd immediately have try'd whether they were fit to be remov'd out of the Kettle into his Stomach but was not put to that trouble for the Goat-herds took 'em off the fire and having spread
Which is my Lord Governour quoth he Who but he that sits in the Chair answer'd the Secretary I humble my self to his Worship's Presence quoth the Fellow and with that falling on his Knees begg'd to kiss his Hand Which Sancho refus'd but bid him rise and tell him what he had to say The Country-man then got up my Lord quoth he I am a Husband-man of Miguel-Turra a Town some two Leagues from Ciudad-real Here 's another Tirte a fuera quoth Sancho Well go on Friend I know the Place full well 't is not far from our Town An 't please you said the Country-man my Business is this I was marry'd by Heaven's Mercy in the Face of our Holy Mother the Roman Catholick Church and I have two Boys that take their Learning at the College the youngest studies to become a Batchelor and the eldest to be a Master of Arts. I am a Widower because my Wife is dead she dy'd an 't please you or to speak more truly she was kill'd as a Body may say by a damn'd Doctor that gave her a Purge when she was with Child Had it been Heaven's blessed Will that she had been brought to Bed of a Boy I would have sent him to study to have been a Doctor that he might have had no Cause to envy his Brothers So then quoth Sancho had not your Wife died or had they not made her die you had not been a Widower Very true answer'd the Man We are much the nearer cry'd Sancho Go on honest Friend and prithee dispatch for 't is rather Time to take an Afternoons-Nap than to talk of Business Now Sir I must tell you continu'd the Farmer that that Son of mine the Batchelor of Art that is to be fell in Love with a Maiden of our Town Clara Perlerina by Name the Daughter of Andrew Perlerino a mighty rich Farmer and Perlerino is not their right Name neither but because the whole Generation of 'em is troubl'd with the Palsie they us'd to be call'd from the Name of that Ailing Perlaticos but now they go by that of Perlerino and truly it fits the young Woman rarely for she is a precius Pearl for Beauty especially if you stand on her right Side and view her she looks like a Flower in the Fields On the left indeed she does not look altogether so well for there she wants an Eye which she lost by the Small-Pox that has digg'd a many Pits somewhat deep all over her Face but those that wish her well say that 's nothing and that those Pits are but so many Graves to bury Lovers Hearts in She is so cleanly that because she will not have her Nose drop upon her Lips she carries it cock'd up and her Nostrils are turn'd up on each Side as if they shunn'd her Mouth that is somewhat of the widest and for all that she looks exceeding well and were it not for some ten or dozen of her Butter Teeth and Grinders which she wants she might set up for one of the cleverest Lasses in the Country As for her Lips I don't know what to say of 'em for they are so thin and so slender that were it the Fashion to wind Lips as they do Silk one might make a Skain of hers Besides they are not of the ordinary Hue of common Lips No they are of the most wonderful Colour that ever was seen as being speckled with Blue Green and Orange-Tawny I hope my Lord Governour will pardon me for dwelling thus on the Picture and several rare Features of her that is one Day to be my Daughter seeing 't is meerly out of my hearty Love and Affection for the Girl Prithee paint on as long as thou wilt said Sancho I am mightily taken with this kind of Painting and if I had but din'd I would not desire a better Desert than thy Original Both my self and that are at your Service quoth the Fellow or at least we may be in time if we are not now But alass Sir that is nothing could I set before your Eyes her pretty Carriage and her Shape you would admire But that 's not to be done for she is so crooked and crumpl'd up together that her Knees and her Chin meet and yet any one may perceive that if she could but stand upright her Head wou'd touch the very Cieling and she would have given her Hand to my Son the Batchelor in the Way of Matrimony before now but that she 's not able to stretch it forth the Sinews being quite shrunk up However the broad long-gutter'd Nails add no small Grace to it and may let you know what a well-made Hand she has So far so good said Sancho but let us suppose you have drawn her from Head to Foot What is it you 'd be at now Come to the Point Friend without so many Windings and Turnings and going round about the Bush Sir said the Farmer I would desire your Honour to do me the Kindness to give me a Letter of Accomodation to the Father of my Daughter-in-Law beseeching him to be pleas'd to let the Marriage be fulfill'd seeing we are not unlike neither in Estate nor in bodily Concerns For to tell you the Truth my Lord Governour my Son is bewitch'd and there is not a Day passes over his Head but the foul Fiends torment him three or four Times and having once had the ill Luck to fall into the Fire the Skin of his Face is shrivell'd up like a Piece of Parchment and his Eyes are somewhat sore and full of Rheum But when all is said he has the Temper of an Angel and were he not apt to thump and belabour himself now and then in his Fits you would take him to be a Saint Have you any Thing else to ask honest Man said Sancho Only one Thing more quoth the Farmer but I am somewhat afraid to speak it Yet I cannot find in my Heart to let it rot within me and therefore fall Back fall Edge I must out with it I would desire your Worship to bestow on me some three hundred or six hundred Ducats towards my Batchelor's Portion I mean to help him to begin the World and furnish him a House for in short they will live by themselves without being subject to the Impertinencies of a father-in-Father-in-Law Well said Sancho see if you would have any Thing else if you would don't let Fear or Bashfulness be your Hinderance Out with it Man No truly quoth the Farmer and he had hardly spoke the Words when the Governour starting up and laying hold of his Chair You brazen-fac'd silly impudent Country-Booby cry'd he get out of my Presence this Moment or by the Blood of the Pança's I 'll crack your Jolter-head with this Chair you whoreson Raggamuffin Painter for the Devil Dost thou come at this Time of Day to ask me for six hundred Ducats Where should I have 'em mangy Clod-pate And if I had 'em why should I give 'em thee thou old doating
little thinks of at present Now Heaven assist thee poor Don Quixote said the Curate to himself hearing this I am afraid thou art now tumbling from the top of thy Madness to the very bottom of Simplicity Thereupon the Barber who had presently made the same Reflection desir'd Don Quixote to Communicate to 'em this mighty Project of his for said he who knows but after all it may be one of those that are only to find a Place in the List of impertinent Admonitions usually given to Princes No good Mr. Trimmer answer'd Don Quixote my Project is not impertinent but highly adviseable I meant no harm in what I said Sir reply'd the Barber only we generally find most of these Projects that are offer'd to the King are either Impracticable or Whimsical or tend to the detriment of the King or Kingdom But mine said Don Quixote is neither impossible nor Ridiculous far from that 't is the most easie the most thoroughly weigh'd and the most concise that ever can be devis'd by Man Methinks you are too long before you let us know it Sir said the Curate To deal freely with you reply'd Don Quixote I should be loath to tell it you here now and have it reach the Ear of some Privy-Counsellor to morrow and so afterwards see the fruit of my Invention reap'd by some Body else As for me said the Barber I give you my Word here and in the Face of Heaven never to tell it either to King Queen Rook Pawn or Knight or any earthly Man An Oath I learn'd out of the Romance of the Curate in the Preface to which he tells the King who it was that Robb'd him of his hundred Doublons and his Ambling Mule I know nothing of the Story said Don Quixote but I have reason to be satisfied with the Oath because I 'm confident Master Barber is an honest Man Tho' he were not said the Curate I 'll be his Surety in this matter and will engage for him that he shall no more speak of it than if he were dumb under what Penalty you please And who shall answer for you Mr. Curate answer'd Don Quixote My Profession reply'd the Curate which binds me to Secrecy Body of me then cry'd Don Quixote what has the King to do more but to cause publick Proclamation to be made enjoyning all the Knight-Errants that are dispers'd in this Kingdom to make their Personal appearance at Court upon a certain Day For though but half a dozen should meet there may be some one among 'em who even alone might be able to destroy the whole united Force of Turkey For pray observe well what I say Gentlemen and take me along with ye Do you look upon it as a new thing for one Knight-Errant alone to Rout an Army of two hundred thousand Men with as much ease as if all of 'em joyn'd together had but one Throat or were made of Sugar-paste You know how many Histories are full of these Wonders Were but the Renown'd Don Bellianis living now with a Vengeance on me for I 'll Curse no Body else or some Knight of the innumerable Race of Amadis de Gaul and he met with these Turks what aâ— woeful Condition would they be in However I hope Providence will in Pity look down upon his People and raise up if not so prevalent a Champion as those of former Ages at least some one who may perhaps rival them in Courage Heaven knows my meaning I say no more Alas said the Niece bearing this I 'll lay my Life my Uncle has still a hankering after Knight-Errantry I will die a Knight-Errant cry'd Don Quixote and so let the Turks Land where they please how they please and when they please and with all the Forces they can Muster once more I say Heaven knows my meaning Gentlemen said the Barber I beg leave to tell you a short Story of somewhat that happen'd at Sevil Indeed it falls out as pat as if it had been made for our present purpose and so I have a great mind to tell it Don Quixote gave Consent the Curate and the rest of the Company were willing to hear and thus the Barber began A certain Person being Distracted was put into the Mad-house at Sevil by his Relations He had Studied the civil-Civil-Law and taken his Degrees at Ossuna though had he taken 'em at Salamanca many are of opinion he would have been mad too After he had liv'd some Years in this Confinement he was pleas'd to fancy himself in his right Senses and upon this conceit wrote to the Archbishop beseeching him with great earnestness and all the colour of Reason imaginable to release him out of his Misery by his Authority since by the Mercy of Heaven he was wholly freed from any disorder in his Mind only his Relations he said kept him in still to enjoy his Estate and design'd in spight of Truth to have him Mad to his dying Day The Archbishop perswaded by many Letters which he wrote to him on that Subject all Penn'd with Sense and Judgment order'd one of his Chaplains to enquire of the Governour of the House into the truth of the matter and also to Discourse with the Party that he might set him at large in case he found him free from Distraction Thereupon the Chaplain went and having ask'd the Governor what condition the Graduate was in Was answer'd that he was still Mad that sometimes indeed he would talk like a Man of excellent Sense but presently after he would relapse into his former Extravagancies which at least ballanc'd all his rational Talk as he himself might find if he pleas'd to Discourse him The Chaplain being resolv'd to make the Experiment went to the Mad-man and convers'd with him above an Hour and in all that time could not perceive the least disorder in his Brain far from that he deliver'd himself with so much sedateness and gave such direct and pertinent Answers to every Question that the Chaplain was oblig'd to believe him sound in his Understanding nay he went so far as to make a plausible Complaint against his Keeper alledging that for the lucre of those Presents which his Relations sent him he represented him to those who came to see him as one who was still distracted and had only now and then lucid Intervals but that after all his greatest Enemy was his Estate the Possession of which his Relations being unwilling to resign they would not acknowledge the Mercy of Heaven that had once more made him a rational Creature In short he pleaded in such a manner that the Keeper was suspected his Relations were censur'd as Covetous and Unnatural and he himself was thought Master of so much Sense that the Chaplain resolv'd to take him along with him that the Archbishop might be able to satisfy himself of the Truth of the whole Business In order to this the Credulous Chaplain desir'd the Governour to give the Graduate the Habit which he had brought with him
is not impossible but there may be one who may deserve the Name tho' he does not think so himself That 's very unlikely reply'd Don Quixote But pray Sir tell me what Verses are those that your Father says you are so puzzl'd about If it shou'd be what we call a Gloss or a Paraphrase I understand something of that Way of Writing and shou'd be glad to see it If the Composition be design'd for a Poetical Prize I would advise you only to put in for the second for the first always goes by Favour and is rather granted to the great Quality of the Author than to his Merit but as to the next 't is adjudg'd to the most deserving so that the third may in a Manner be esteem'd the second and the first no more than the third according to the Method us'd in our Universities And yet after all 't is no small Matter to gain the Honour of being call'd the first Hitherto all 's well thought Don Lorenzo to himself I can't think thee mad yet let 's go on With that addressing himself to Don Quixote Sir said he you seem to me to have frequented the Schools pray what Science has been your particular Study That of Knight-Errantry answer'd Don Quixote which is as good as that of Poetry and somewhat better too I don't know what sort of Science that is said Don Lorenzo nor indeed did I ever hear of it before 'T is a Science answer'd Don Quixote that includes in it self all the other Sciences in the World or at least the greatest Part of them Whoever professes it ought to be learned in the Laws and understand distributive and commutative Justice in order to right all Mankind He ought to be a Divine to give a Reason of his Faith and vindicate his Religion by Dint of Argument He ought to be skill'd in Physick especially in the botanick Part of it that he may know the Nature of Simples and have Recourse to those Herbs that can cure Wounds for a Knight-Errant must not expect to find Surgeons in the Woods and Desarts He must be an Astronomer to understand the Motions of the Celestial Orbs and find out by the Stars the Hour of the Night and the Longitude and Latitude of the Climate on which Fortune throws him and he ought to be as well instructed in all the other Parts of the Mathematicks that Science being of constant use to a Professor of Arms on many Accounts too numerous to be related I need not tell you that all the divine and moral Virtues must center in his Mind To descend to less material Qualifications he must be able to swim like a Fish shooe a Horse mend a Saddle or a Harness And returning to higher Matters he ought to be inviolably devoted to Heaven and his Mistress Chaste in his Thoughts Modest in Words and Liberal and Valiant in Deeds Patient in Afflictions Charitable to the Poor and finally a Maintainer of Truth though it cost him his Life to defend it These are the Endowments that constitute a good Knight-Errant and now Sir be you a Judge whether the Professors of Chivalry have an easy Task to perform and whether such a Science may not stand in Competition with the most Celebrated and best of those that are taught in Colleges If it be so answer'd Don Lorenzo I say it deserves the Preheminence over all other Sciences What do you mean Sir by that If it be so cry'd Don Quixote I mean Sir reply'd Don Lorenzo that I doubt whether there are now or ever were any Knights-Errant especially with so many rare Accomplishments This makes good what I have often said answer'd Don Quixote most People will not be perswaded there ever were any Knights-Errant in the World Now Sir because I verily believe that unless Heaven will work some Miracle to convince them that there have been and still are Knights-Errant those incredulous Persons are too much Wedded to their Opinion to admit such a Belief I will not now lose Time to endeavour to let you see how much you and they are mistaken all I design to do is only to beseech Heaven to convince you of your being in an Error that you may see how useful Knights-Errant were in former Ages and the vast Advantages that would result in ours from the Assistance of Men of that Profession But now Effeminacy Sloth Luxury and ignoble Pleasures triumph for the Punishment of our Sins Now said Don Lorenzo to himself our Gentleman has already betray'd his Blind-side but yet he gives a Colour of Reason to his Extravagance and I were a Fool should I think otherwise Here they were call'd to Dinner which ended their Discourse And at that time Don Diego taking his Son aside ask'd him what he thought of the Stranger I think Sir said Don Lorenzo that 't is not in the Power of all the Physicians in the World to Cure his Distemper He is Mad past Recovery but yet he has pleasant lucid Intervals In short they Din'd and their Entertainment prov'd such as the old Gentleman had told the Knight he us'd to give his Guests neat plentiful and well order'd But that which Don Quixote most admir'd was the extraordinary Silence he observ'd through the whole House as if it had been a Monastery of mute Carthusians The Cloth being remov'd Grace said and Hands wash'd Don Quixote earnestly desir'd Don Lorenzo to shew him the Verses he had wrote for the Poetical Prize Well Sir answer'd he because I will not be like those Poets that are unwilling to shew their Verses when entreated to do it but will tire you with them when no body desires it I 'll shew you my Gloss or Paraphrase which I did not Write with a Design to get a Prize but only to exercise my Muse I remember said Don Quixote a Friend of mine a Man of good Sense once told me he wou'd not advise any one to break his Brains about that sort of Composition and he gave me this Reason for 't that the Gloss or Comment cou'd never exactly agree with the Theme so far from it that most commonly it left it altogether and ran contrary to the Thought of the Author of the Text. Besides he said that the Rules to which Custom ties up the Composers of those elaborate Amusements are too strict allowing no Interrogations no such Interjection as said he or shall I say no changing of Nouns into Verbs nor any altering of the Sense Besides several other Confinements that cramp up those who puzzle their Brains with such a crabbed way of Glossing as you your self Sir without doubt must know Really Signior Don Quixote said Don Lorenzo I wou'd fain catch you Tripping but you still slip from me like an Eel I don't know Sir reply'd Don Quixote what you mean by your slipping I 'll tell you another Time answer'd the young Gentleman in the mean while be pleas'd to hear the Theme and Paraphrase which is this The THEME COu'd I
suppose this same Don Quixote or Don Quite Sot or whatever you are pleas'd to call him cannot be quite so besotted as you endeavour to make him by giving him such Opportunities to run on in his Fantastical Humours Then directing his Discourse to Don Quixote Hark ye said he Good-man Addle-pate who has put it into your Crown that you are a Knight-Errant that you vanquish Giants and Robbers Go go get you home again look after your Children if you have any and what honest Business you have to do and leave wandring about the World building Castles in the Air and making your self a Laughing-stock to all that know you or know you not Where have you found in the Name of Mischief that there ever has been or are now any such Things as Knight-Errants Where will you meet with Giants in Spain or Monsters in La Mancha Where shall one find your inchanted Dulcinea's and all those Legions of Whimsies and Chimera's that are talk'd of on your Account but in your empty Scull Don Quixote gave this reverend Person the hearing listening with great Patience to his severe Reproof At last seeing him Silent without minding his Respect to the Duke and Dutchess up he started with Indignation and Fury in his Looks and said But his Answer deserves a whole Chapter by it self CHAP. XXXII Don Quixote's Answer to his Reprover with other grave and merry Accidents DON Quixote being thus suddenly got up shaking from head to Foot for Madness as if he had Quick-silver in his Bones cast an angry look on his indiscreet Censor and with an eager delivery sputtering and stammering with Choler This Place cry'd he the Presence of these Noble Persons and the Respect I have always had for your Function check my just Resentment and tie up my Hands from taking the Satisfaction of a Gentleman For these Reasons and since every one knows that you Gown-men as well as Women use no other Weapon but your Tongues I 'll fairly engage you upon equal Terms and Combat you at your own Weapon I should rather have expected sober Admonitions from a Man of your Character than infamous Reproaches Charitable and wholesom Correction ought to be manag'd at another rate and with more Moderation The least that can be said of this Reproof which you 've given me here so bitterly and in Publick is that it has exceeded the bounds of Christian Correction and a gentle one had been much more becoming Is it fit that without any insight into the Offence which you reprove you should without any more ado call the Offender Fool Sot and Addle-pate Pray Sir what Foolish Action have you seen me do that should provoke you to give me such ill Language and bid me so Magistratically go home to look after my Wife and Children before you knew whether I have any Don't you think those deserve as severe a Censure who screw themselves into other Men's Houses and pretend to Rule the Master A fine World 't is truly when a poor Pedant who has seen no more of it than lies within twenty or thirty Leagues about him shall take upon him to prescribe Laws to Knight-Errantry and judge of those who profess it You forsooth esteem it an idle Undertaking and Time lost to wander through the World though scorning its Pleasures and sharing the hardships and toils of it by which the Vertuous aspire to the high Seat of Immortality If Persons of Honour Knights Lords Gentlemen or Men of any Birth should take me for a Fool or a Coxcomb I should think it an irreparable Affront But for meer Scholars that never trod the Paths of Chivalry to think me mad I despise and laugh at it I am a Knight and a Knight will I die if so it please Omnipotence Some chuse the high Road of haughty Ambition others the low ways of base servile Flattery a third sort take the crooked Path of deceitful Hypocrisy and a few very few that of true Religion I for my own part guided by my Stars follow the narrow Track of Knight-Errantry and for the Exercise of it I despise Riches but not Honour I have redress'd Grievances and righted the Injur'd chastis'd the Insolent vanquish'd Giants and trod Elves and Hobgoblins under my Feet I am in Love but no more than the Profession of Knight-Errantry obliges me to be yet I am none of this Age's Vicious Lovers but a chaste Platonick My Intentions are all directed to Vertuous Ends and to do no Man wrong but good to all the World And now let your Graces judge most excellent Duke and Dutchess whether a Person who makes it his only Study to practise all this deserves to be upbraided for a Fool. Well said I'faith quoth Sancho say no more for your self my good Lord and Master stop when you 're well for there 's not the least matter to be added more on your side either in Word Thought or Deed. Besides since Mr. Parson has had the Face to say point-blank as one may say That there neither are nor ever were any Knight-Errants in the World no mar'l he does not know what he says What! said the Clergyman I warrant you are that Sancho Pança to whom they say your Master has promis'd an Island Ay marry am I answer'd Sancho and I am he that deserves it as well as another Body and I am one of those of whom they say keep with good Men and thou shalt be one of them and of those of whom 't is said agen not with whom thou wert bred but with whom thou hast fed and lean against a good Tree and it will shelter thee I have lean'd and stuck close to my good Master and kept him Company this many a Month and now he and I are all one and I must be as he is an 't be Heaven's blessed Will live he and I shall live He shan't want Kingdoms to Rule nor shall I want Islands to Govern That thou shalt not honest Sancho said the Duke for I on the great Don Quixote's Account will now give thee the Government of an odd one of my own of no small Consequence Down down on thy Knees Sancho cry'd Don Quixote and kiss his Grace's Feet for this Favour Sancho did accordingly But when the Clergyman saw it he got up in a great beat By the Habit which I wear cry'd he I can scarce forbear telling your Grace that you are as mad as these Sinful Wretches Well may they be mad when Wise Men Humour and Canonize their Frenzy you may keep 'em here and stay with 'em your self if your Grace pleases but for my part I 'll leave you and go home to excuse my self from reprehending what I can't remedy With that leaving the rest of his Dinner behind him away he flung the Duke and the Dutchess not being able to pacify him Though indeed the Duke could not say much to him for laughing at his impertient Passion When he had done Laughing Sir Knight of the Lions said he