and his craze brought to his mind that about Baldwin and the Marquis of Mantua, when Carloto left him wounded on the mountain side, a story known by heart b
show of severe suffering, he began to roll on the ground and with feeble breath r
ou, lady min
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and lie
ge, a neighbour of his, who had been with a load of wheat to the mill, and he, seeing the man stretched ther
nly answer he made was to go on with his ballad, in which he told the tale of his misfort
ust, and as soon as he had done so he recognised him and said, "Senor Quixada" (for so he appears to have been called when he was in his senses and had not yet cha
raise him from the ground, and with no little difficulty hoisted him upon his ass, which seemed to him to be the easiest mount for him; and collecting the arms, even to the splinters of
carried him away to his castle; so that when the peasant again asked him how he was and what ailed him, he gave him for reply the same words and phrases that the captive Abindarraez gave to Rodrigo de Narvaez, just as he had read the story in the "Diana" of Jorge de Montemayor where it is written, applying it to his own case so aptly that the peasant went along cursing his fate that he had to listen to such a lot of nonsense; from which, however, he came to
not Don Rodrigo de Narvaez nor the Marquis of Mantua, but Pedro Alonso your neighbour, and
named, but all the Twelve Peers of France and even all the Nine Worthies, since my achie
village barber, who were great friends of Don Quixote, and his housekeeper was saying to them in a loud voice, "What does your worship think can have befallen my master, Senor Licentiate Pero Perez?" for so the curate was called; "it is three days now since anything has been seen of him, or the hack, or the buckler, lance, or armour. Miserable me! I am certain of it, and it is as true as that I was bor
tired out he would say he had killed four giants like four towers; and the sweat that flowed from him when he was weary he said was the blood of the wounds he had received in battle; and then he would drink a great jug of cold water and become calm and quiet, saying that this water was a most precious potion which the sage Esquife,
thout public judgment upon them, and may they be condemned to the flames lest
calling aloud, "Open, your worships, to Senor Baldwin and to Senor the Marquis of Mantua, who comes badly wounded,
d their friend, master, and uncle, who had not yet dismounte
horse's fault; carry me to bed, and if possible send
nt lame of? To bed with your worship at once, and we will contrive to cure you here without fetching that Hurgada. A cur
but he said they were all bruises from having had a severe fall with his horse Rocina
in the dance? By the sign of the Cross I wi
so, and the curate questioned the peasant at great length as to how he had found Don Quixote. He told him, and the nonsense he had talked when found and on the way home, al