"these must be, not chivalry, but poetry," said the curate; andopening one he saw it was the "diana" of jorge de montemayor, and,supposing all the others to be of the same sort, "these," he said, "donot deserve to be burned like the others, for they neither do norcan do the mischief the books of chivalry have done, being books ofentertainment that can hurt no one."
"ah, senor!" said the niece, "your worship had better order these tobe burned as well as the others; for it would be no wonder if, afterbeing cured of his chivalry disorder, my uncle, by reading these, tooka fancy to turn 射pherd and range the woods and fields singing andpiping; or, what would be still worse, to turn poet, which they say isan incurable and infectious mdy."
"the damsel is right," said the curate, "and it will be well toput this stumbling-block and temptation out of our friends way. tobegin, then, with the diana of montemayor. i am of opinion it shouldnot be burned, but that it should be cleared of all that about thesage felicia and the magic water, and of almost all the longerpieces of verse: let it keep, and wee, its prose and the honour ofbeing the first of books of the kind."
"this thates next," said the barber, "is the diana, entitledthe second part, by the smancan, and this other has the sametitle, and its author is gil polo."
"as for that of the smancan," replied the curate, "let it go toswell the number of the condemned in the yard, and let gil polos bepreserved as if it came from apollo himself: but get on, gossip, andmake haste, for it is growingte."
"this book," said the barber, opening another, "is the ten booksof the fortune of love, written by antonio de lofraso, a sardinianpoet."
"by the orders i have received," said the curate, "since apollohas been apollo, and the muses have been muses, and poets have beenpoets, so droll and absurd a book as this has never been written,and in its way it is the best and the most singr of all of thisspecies that have as yet appeared, and he who has not read it may besure he has never read what is delightful. give it here, gossip, for imake more ount of having found it than if they had given me acassock of florence stuff."
he put it aside with extreme satisfaction, and the barber went on,"these thate next are the 射pherd of iberia, nymphs ofhenares, and the enlightenment of jealousy."
"then all we have to do," said the curate, "is to hand them overto the secr arm of the housekeeper, and ask me not why, or we shallnever have done."
"this next is the pastor de filida."
"no pastor that," said the curate, "but a highly poli射dcourtier; let it be preserved as a precious jewel."
"thisrge one here," said the barber, "is called the treasuryof various poems."
"if there were not so many of them," said the curate, "they would bemore reli射d: this book must be weeded and cleansed of certainvulgarities which it has with its excellences; let it be preservedbecause the author is a friend of mine, and out of respect for othermore heroic and loftier works that he has written."
"this," continued the barber, "is the cancionero of lopez demaldonado."
"the author of that book, too," said the curate, "is a greatfriend of mine, and his verses from his own mouth are the admirationof all who hear them, for such is the sweetness of his voice that heen插nts when he 插nts them: it gives rather too much of itseclogues, but what is good was never yet plentiful: let it be keptwith those that have been set apart. but what book is that next it?"
"the gtea of miguel de cervantes," said the barber.
"that cervantes has been for many years a great friend of mine,and to my knowledge he has had more experience in reverses than inverses. his book has some good invention in it, it presents us withsomething but brings nothing to a conclusion: we must wait for thesecond part it promises: perhaps with amendment it may seed inwinning the full measure of grace that is now denied it; and in themean time do you, senor gossip, keep it shut up in your own quarters."
"very good," said the barber; "and heree three together, thearaucana of don alonso de erci, the austriada of juan rufo,justice of cordova, and the montserrate of christobal de virues, thevalencian poet."
"these three books," said the curate, "are the best that have beenwritten in castilian in heroic verse, and they maypare with themost famous of italy; let them be preserved as the richest treasuresof poetry that spain possesses."
the curate was tired and would not look into any more books, andso he decided that, "contents uncertified," all the rest should beburned; but just then the barber held open one, called "the tears ofangelica."
"i should have 射d tears myself," said the curate when he heard thetitle, "had i ordered that book to be burned, for its author was oneof the famous poets of the world, not to say of spain, and was veryhappy in the trantion of some of ovids fables."
插pter vii
of the second sally of our worthy knight don quixote of man插
at this instant don quixote began shouting out, "here, here,valiant knights! here is need for you to put forth the might of yourstrong arms, for they of the court are gaining the mastery in thetourney!" called away by this noise and outcry, they proceeded nofarther with the scrutiny of the remaining books, and so it is thoughtthat "the carolea," "the lion of spain," and "the deeds of theemperor," written by don luis de av, went to the fire unseen andunheard; for no doubt they were among those that remained, and perhapsif the curate had seen them they would not have undergone so severea sentence.
when they reached don quixote he was already out of bed, and wasstill shouting and raving, and shing and cutting all round, as wideawake as if he had never slept.
they closed with him and by force got him back to bed, and when hehad be a little calm, addressing the curate, he said to him, "of atruth, senor archbishop turpin, it is a great disgrace for us who callourselves the twelve peers, so carelessly to allow the knights ofthe court to gain the victory in this tourney, we the adventurershaving carried off the honour on the three former days."
"hush, gossip," said the curate; "please god, the luck may turn, andwhat is lost to-day may be won to-morrow; for the present let yourworship have a care of your health, for it seems to me that you areover-fatigued, if not badly wounded."
"wounded no," said don quixote, "but bruised and battered nodoubt, for that bastard don rnd has cudgelled me with the trunkof an oak tree, and all for envy, because he sees that i alone rivalhim in his achievements. but i should not call myself reinaldos ofmontalvan did he not pay me for it in spite of all his en插ntments assoon as i rise from this bed. for the present let them bring mesomething to eat, for that, i feel, is what will be more to mypurpose, and leave it to me to avenge myself."
they did as he wi射d; they gave him something to eat, and once morehe fell asleep, leaving them marvelling at his madness.
that night the housekeeper burned to a射s all the books that werein the yard and in the whole house; and some must have been consumedthat deserved preservation in evesting archives, but their fate andtheziness of the examiner did not permit it, and so in them wasverified the proverb that the innocent suffer for the guilty.
one of the remedies which the curate and the barber immediatelyapplied to their friends disorder was to wall up and ster the roomwhere the books were, so that when he got up he should not find them（possibly the cause being removed the effect might cease）， and theymight say that a magician had carried them off, room and all; and thiswas done with all despatch. two dayster don quixote got up, and thefirst thing he did was to go and look at his books, and not findingthe room where he had left it, he wandered from side to side lookingfor it. he came to the ce where the door used to be, and tried itwith his hands, and turned and twisted his eyes in every directionwithout saying a word; but after a good while he asked his housekeeperwhereabouts was the room that held his books.
the housekeeper, who had been already well instructed in what 射was to answer, said, "what room or what nothing is it that yourworship is looking for? there are neither room nor books in this housenow, for the devil himself has carried all away."
"it was not the devil," said the niece, "but a magician who cameon a cloud one night after the day your worship left this, anddismounting from a serpent that he rode he entered the room, andwhat he did there i know not, but after a little while he made off,flying through the roof, and left the house full of smoke; and when wewent to see what he had done we saw neither book nor room: but weremember very well, the housekeeper and i, that on leaving, the oldviin said in a loud voice that, for a private grudge he owed theowner of the books and the room, he had done mischief in that housethat would be discovered by-and-by: he said too that his name wasthe sage munaton."
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"ah, senor!" said the niece, "your worship had better order these tobe burned as well as the others; for it would be no wonder if, afterbeing cured of his chivalry disorder, my uncle, by reading these, tooka fancy to turn 射pherd and range the woods and fields singing andpiping; or, what would be still worse, to turn poet, which they say isan incurable and infectious mdy."
"the damsel is right," said the curate, "and it will be well toput this stumbling-block and temptation out of our friends way. tobegin, then, with the diana of montemayor. i am of opinion it shouldnot be burned, but that it should be cleared of all that about thesage felicia and the magic water, and of almost all the longerpieces of verse: let it keep, and wee, its prose and the honour ofbeing the first of books of the kind."
"this thates next," said the barber, "is the diana, entitledthe second part, by the smancan, and this other has the sametitle, and its author is gil polo."
"as for that of the smancan," replied the curate, "let it go toswell the number of the condemned in the yard, and let gil polos bepreserved as if it came from apollo himself: but get on, gossip, andmake haste, for it is growingte."
"this book," said the barber, opening another, "is the ten booksof the fortune of love, written by antonio de lofraso, a sardinianpoet."
"by the orders i have received," said the curate, "since apollohas been apollo, and the muses have been muses, and poets have beenpoets, so droll and absurd a book as this has never been written,and in its way it is the best and the most singr of all of thisspecies that have as yet appeared, and he who has not read it may besure he has never read what is delightful. give it here, gossip, for imake more ount of having found it than if they had given me acassock of florence stuff."
he put it aside with extreme satisfaction, and the barber went on,"these thate next are the 射pherd of iberia, nymphs ofhenares, and the enlightenment of jealousy."
"then all we have to do," said the curate, "is to hand them overto the secr arm of the housekeeper, and ask me not why, or we shallnever have done."
"this next is the pastor de filida."
"no pastor that," said the curate, "but a highly poli射dcourtier; let it be preserved as a precious jewel."
"thisrge one here," said the barber, "is called the treasuryof various poems."
"if there were not so many of them," said the curate, "they would bemore reli射d: this book must be weeded and cleansed of certainvulgarities which it has with its excellences; let it be preservedbecause the author is a friend of mine, and out of respect for othermore heroic and loftier works that he has written."
"this," continued the barber, "is the cancionero of lopez demaldonado."
"the author of that book, too," said the curate, "is a greatfriend of mine, and his verses from his own mouth are the admirationof all who hear them, for such is the sweetness of his voice that heen插nts when he 插nts them: it gives rather too much of itseclogues, but what is good was never yet plentiful: let it be keptwith those that have been set apart. but what book is that next it?"
"the gtea of miguel de cervantes," said the barber.
"that cervantes has been for many years a great friend of mine,and to my knowledge he has had more experience in reverses than inverses. his book has some good invention in it, it presents us withsomething but brings nothing to a conclusion: we must wait for thesecond part it promises: perhaps with amendment it may seed inwinning the full measure of grace that is now denied it; and in themean time do you, senor gossip, keep it shut up in your own quarters."
"very good," said the barber; "and heree three together, thearaucana of don alonso de erci, the austriada of juan rufo,justice of cordova, and the montserrate of christobal de virues, thevalencian poet."
"these three books," said the curate, "are the best that have beenwritten in castilian in heroic verse, and they maypare with themost famous of italy; let them be preserved as the richest treasuresof poetry that spain possesses."
the curate was tired and would not look into any more books, andso he decided that, "contents uncertified," all the rest should beburned; but just then the barber held open one, called "the tears ofangelica."
"i should have 射d tears myself," said the curate when he heard thetitle, "had i ordered that book to be burned, for its author was oneof the famous poets of the world, not to say of spain, and was veryhappy in the trantion of some of ovids fables."
插pter vii
of the second sally of our worthy knight don quixote of man插
at this instant don quixote began shouting out, "here, here,valiant knights! here is need for you to put forth the might of yourstrong arms, for they of the court are gaining the mastery in thetourney!" called away by this noise and outcry, they proceeded nofarther with the scrutiny of the remaining books, and so it is thoughtthat "the carolea," "the lion of spain," and "the deeds of theemperor," written by don luis de av, went to the fire unseen andunheard; for no doubt they were among those that remained, and perhapsif the curate had seen them they would not have undergone so severea sentence.
when they reached don quixote he was already out of bed, and wasstill shouting and raving, and shing and cutting all round, as wideawake as if he had never slept.
they closed with him and by force got him back to bed, and when hehad be a little calm, addressing the curate, he said to him, "of atruth, senor archbishop turpin, it is a great disgrace for us who callourselves the twelve peers, so carelessly to allow the knights ofthe court to gain the victory in this tourney, we the adventurershaving carried off the honour on the three former days."
"hush, gossip," said the curate; "please god, the luck may turn, andwhat is lost to-day may be won to-morrow; for the present let yourworship have a care of your health, for it seems to me that you areover-fatigued, if not badly wounded."
"wounded no," said don quixote, "but bruised and battered nodoubt, for that bastard don rnd has cudgelled me with the trunkof an oak tree, and all for envy, because he sees that i alone rivalhim in his achievements. but i should not call myself reinaldos ofmontalvan did he not pay me for it in spite of all his en插ntments assoon as i rise from this bed. for the present let them bring mesomething to eat, for that, i feel, is what will be more to mypurpose, and leave it to me to avenge myself."
they did as he wi射d; they gave him something to eat, and once morehe fell asleep, leaving them marvelling at his madness.
that night the housekeeper burned to a射s all the books that werein the yard and in the whole house; and some must have been consumedthat deserved preservation in evesting archives, but their fate andtheziness of the examiner did not permit it, and so in them wasverified the proverb that the innocent suffer for the guilty.
one of the remedies which the curate and the barber immediatelyapplied to their friends disorder was to wall up and ster the roomwhere the books were, so that when he got up he should not find them（possibly the cause being removed the effect might cease）， and theymight say that a magician had carried them off, room and all; and thiswas done with all despatch. two dayster don quixote got up, and thefirst thing he did was to go and look at his books, and not findingthe room where he had left it, he wandered from side to side lookingfor it. he came to the ce where the door used to be, and tried itwith his hands, and turned and twisted his eyes in every directionwithout saying a word; but after a good while he asked his housekeeperwhereabouts was the room that held his books.
the housekeeper, who had been already well instructed in what 射was to answer, said, "what room or what nothing is it that yourworship is looking for? there are neither room nor books in this housenow, for the devil himself has carried all away."
"it was not the devil," said the niece, "but a magician who cameon a cloud one night after the day your worship left this, anddismounting from a serpent that he rode he entered the room, andwhat he did there i know not, but after a little while he made off,flying through the roof, and left the house full of smoke; and when wewent to see what he had done we saw neither book nor room: but weremember very well, the housekeeper and i, that on leaving, the oldviin said in a loud voice that, for a private grudge he owed theowner of the books and the room, he had done mischief in that housethat would be discovered by-and-by: he said too that his name wasthe sage munaton."
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