don quixote made him rise, and said, "so, then, it is true thatthere is a history of me, and that it was a moor and a sage whowrote it?"
"so true is it, senor," said samson, "that my belief is there aremore than twelve thousand volumes of the said history in print thisvery day. only ask portugal, barcelona, and valencia, where theyhave been printed, and moreover there is a report that it is beingprinted at antwerp, and i am persuaded there will not be a countryornguage in which there will not be a trantion of it."
"one of the things," here observed don quixote, "that ought togive most pleasure to a virtuous and eminent man is to find himself inhis lifetime in print and in type, familiar in peoples mouths witha good name; i say with a good name, for if it be the opposite, thenthere is no death to bepared to it."
"if it goes by good name and fame," said the bachelor, "your worshipalone bears away the palm from all the knights-errant; for the moor inhis ownnguage, and the christian in his, have taken care to setbefore us your gantry, your high courage in encountering dangers,your fortitude in adversity, your patience under misfortunes as wes wounds, the purity and continence of the tonic loves of yourworship and mydy dona dulcinea del toboso-"
"i never heard mydy dulcinea called dona," observed sanchohere; "nothing more than thedy dulcinea del toboso; so here alreadythe history is wrong."
"that is not an objection of any importance," replied carrasco.
"certainly not," said don quixote; "but tell me, senor bachelor,what deeds of mine are they that are made most of in this history?"
"on that point," replied the bachelor, "opinions differ, as tastesdo; some swear by the adventure of the windmills that your worshiptook to be briareuses and giants; others by that of the fulling mills;one cries up the description of the two armies that afterwards tookthe appearance of two droves of 射ep; another that of the dead bodyon its way to be buried at segovia; a third says the liberation of thegalley ves is the best of all, and a fourth that nothinges upto the affair with the benedictine giants, and the battle with thevaliant biscayan."
"tell me, senor bachelor," said sancho at this point, "does theadventure with the yanguesanse in, when our good rocinante wenthankering after dainties?"
"the sage has left nothing in the ink-bottle," replied samson; "hetells all and sets down everything, even to the capers that worthysancho cut in the nket."
"i cut no capers in the nket," returned sancho; "in the air idid, and more of them than i liked."
"there is no human history in the world, i suppose," said donquixote, "that has not its ups and downs, but more than others such asdeal with chivalry, for they can never be entirely made up ofprosperous adventures."
"for all that," replied the bachelor, "there are those who have readthe history who say they would have been d if the author had leftout some of the countless cudgellings that were inflicted on senor donquixote in various encounters."
"thats where the truth of the historyes in," said sancho.
"at the same time they might fairly have passed them over insilence," observed don quixote; "for there is no need of recordingevents which do not 插nge or affect the truth of a history, if theytend to bring the hero of it into contempt. aeneas was not in truthand earnest so pious as virgil represents him, nor ulysses so wiseas homer describes him."
"that is true," said samson; "but it is one thing to write as apoet, another to write as a historian; the poet may describe or singthings, not as they were, but as they ought to have been; but thehistorian has to write them down, not as they ought to have been,but as they were, without adding anything to the truth or takinganything from it."
"well then," said sancho, "if this senor moor goes in for tellingthe truth, no doubt among my masters drubbings mine are to befound; for they never took the measure of his worships shoulderswithout doing the same for my whole body; but i have no right towonder at that, for, as my master himself says, the members must sharethe pain of the head."
"you are a sly dog, sancho," said don quixote; "i faith, you haveno want of memory when you choose to remember."
"if i were to try to forget the thwacks they gave me," saidsancho, "my weals would not let me, for they are still fresh on myribs."
"hush, sancho," said don quixote, "and dont interrupt the bachelor,whom i entreat to go on and tell all that is said about me in thishistory."
"and about me," said sancho, "for they say, too, that i am one ofthe principal presonages in it."
"personages, not presonages, friend sancho," said samson.
"what! another word-catcher!" said sancho; "if thats to be theway we shall not make an end in a lifetime."
"may god shorten mine, sancho," returned the bachelor, "if you arenot the second person in the history, and there are even some whowould rather hear you talk than the cleverest in the whole book;though there are some, too, who say you showed yourself over-credulousin believing there was any possibility in the government of thatind offered you by senor don quixote."
"there is still sunshine on the wall," said don quixote; "and whensancho is somewhat more advanced in life, with the experience thatyears bring, he will be fitter and better qualified for being agovernor than he is at present."
"by god, master," said sancho, "the ind that i cannot govern withthe years i have, ill not be able to govern with the years ofmethush; the difficulty is that the said ind keeps itsdistance somewhere, i know not where; and not that there is any wantof head in me to govern it."
"leave it to god, sancho," said don quixote, "for all will be andperhaps better than you think; no leaf on the tree stirs but bygods will."
"that is true," said samson; "and if it be gods will, there willnot be any want of a thousand inds, much less one, for sancho togovern."
"i have seen governors in these parts," said sancho, "that are notto bepared to my shoe-sole; and for all that they are called yourlordship and served on silver."
"those are not governors of inds," observed samson, "but of othergovernments of an easier kind: those that govern inds must at leastknow grammar."
"i could manage the gram well enough," said sancho; "but for the mari have neither leaning nor liking, for i dont know what it is; butleaving this matter of the government in gods hands, to send mewherever it may be most to his service, i may tell you, senor bachelorsamson carrasco, it has pleased me beyond measure that the author ofthis history should have spoken of me in such a way that what issaid of me gives no offence; for, on the faith of a true squire, if hehad said anything about me that was at all unbing an oldchristian, such as i am, the deaf would have heard of it."
"that would be working miracles," said samson.
"miracles or no miracles," said sancho, "let everyone mind how hespeaks or writes about people, and not set down at random the firstthing thates into his head."
"one of the faults they find with this history," said thebachelor, "is that its author inserted in it a novel called theill-advised curiosity; not that it is bad or ill-told, but that it isout of ce and has nothing to do with the history of his worshipsenor don quixote."
"i will bet the son of a dog has mixed the cabbages and thebaskets," said sancho.
"then, i say," said don quixote, "the author of my history was nosage, but some ignorant 插tterer, who, in a haphazard and heedlessway, set about writing it, let it turn out as it might, just asorbaneja, the painter of ubeda, used to do, who, when they asked himwhat he was painting, answered, what it may turn out. sometimes hewould paint a cock in such a fashion, and so unlike, that he had towrite alongside of it in gothic letters, this is a cock; and so itwill be with my history, which will require amentary to make itintelligible."
"no fear of that," returned samson, "for it is so in that thereis nothing in it to puzzle over; the children turn its leaves, theyoung people read it, the grown men understand it, the old folk praiseit; in a word, it is so thumbed, and read, and got by heart bypeople of all sorts, that the instant they see any lean hack, theysay, there goes rocinante. and those that are most given toreading it are the pages, for there is not a lords ante-插mber wherethere is not a don quixote to be found; one takes it up if anotheys it down; this one pounces upon it, and that begs for it. inshort, the said history is the most delightful and least injuriousentertainment that has been hitherto seen, for there is not to befound in the whole of it even the semnce of an immodest word, ora thought that is other than catholic."
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"so true is it, senor," said samson, "that my belief is there aremore than twelve thousand volumes of the said history in print thisvery day. only ask portugal, barcelona, and valencia, where theyhave been printed, and moreover there is a report that it is beingprinted at antwerp, and i am persuaded there will not be a countryornguage in which there will not be a trantion of it."
"one of the things," here observed don quixote, "that ought togive most pleasure to a virtuous and eminent man is to find himself inhis lifetime in print and in type, familiar in peoples mouths witha good name; i say with a good name, for if it be the opposite, thenthere is no death to bepared to it."
"if it goes by good name and fame," said the bachelor, "your worshipalone bears away the palm from all the knights-errant; for the moor inhis ownnguage, and the christian in his, have taken care to setbefore us your gantry, your high courage in encountering dangers,your fortitude in adversity, your patience under misfortunes as wes wounds, the purity and continence of the tonic loves of yourworship and mydy dona dulcinea del toboso-"
"i never heard mydy dulcinea called dona," observed sanchohere; "nothing more than thedy dulcinea del toboso; so here alreadythe history is wrong."
"that is not an objection of any importance," replied carrasco.
"certainly not," said don quixote; "but tell me, senor bachelor,what deeds of mine are they that are made most of in this history?"
"on that point," replied the bachelor, "opinions differ, as tastesdo; some swear by the adventure of the windmills that your worshiptook to be briareuses and giants; others by that of the fulling mills;one cries up the description of the two armies that afterwards tookthe appearance of two droves of 射ep; another that of the dead bodyon its way to be buried at segovia; a third says the liberation of thegalley ves is the best of all, and a fourth that nothinges upto the affair with the benedictine giants, and the battle with thevaliant biscayan."
"tell me, senor bachelor," said sancho at this point, "does theadventure with the yanguesanse in, when our good rocinante wenthankering after dainties?"
"the sage has left nothing in the ink-bottle," replied samson; "hetells all and sets down everything, even to the capers that worthysancho cut in the nket."
"i cut no capers in the nket," returned sancho; "in the air idid, and more of them than i liked."
"there is no human history in the world, i suppose," said donquixote, "that has not its ups and downs, but more than others such asdeal with chivalry, for they can never be entirely made up ofprosperous adventures."
"for all that," replied the bachelor, "there are those who have readthe history who say they would have been d if the author had leftout some of the countless cudgellings that were inflicted on senor donquixote in various encounters."
"thats where the truth of the historyes in," said sancho.
"at the same time they might fairly have passed them over insilence," observed don quixote; "for there is no need of recordingevents which do not 插nge or affect the truth of a history, if theytend to bring the hero of it into contempt. aeneas was not in truthand earnest so pious as virgil represents him, nor ulysses so wiseas homer describes him."
"that is true," said samson; "but it is one thing to write as apoet, another to write as a historian; the poet may describe or singthings, not as they were, but as they ought to have been; but thehistorian has to write them down, not as they ought to have been,but as they were, without adding anything to the truth or takinganything from it."
"well then," said sancho, "if this senor moor goes in for tellingthe truth, no doubt among my masters drubbings mine are to befound; for they never took the measure of his worships shoulderswithout doing the same for my whole body; but i have no right towonder at that, for, as my master himself says, the members must sharethe pain of the head."
"you are a sly dog, sancho," said don quixote; "i faith, you haveno want of memory when you choose to remember."
"if i were to try to forget the thwacks they gave me," saidsancho, "my weals would not let me, for they are still fresh on myribs."
"hush, sancho," said don quixote, "and dont interrupt the bachelor,whom i entreat to go on and tell all that is said about me in thishistory."
"and about me," said sancho, "for they say, too, that i am one ofthe principal presonages in it."
"personages, not presonages, friend sancho," said samson.
"what! another word-catcher!" said sancho; "if thats to be theway we shall not make an end in a lifetime."
"may god shorten mine, sancho," returned the bachelor, "if you arenot the second person in the history, and there are even some whowould rather hear you talk than the cleverest in the whole book;though there are some, too, who say you showed yourself over-credulousin believing there was any possibility in the government of thatind offered you by senor don quixote."
"there is still sunshine on the wall," said don quixote; "and whensancho is somewhat more advanced in life, with the experience thatyears bring, he will be fitter and better qualified for being agovernor than he is at present."
"by god, master," said sancho, "the ind that i cannot govern withthe years i have, ill not be able to govern with the years ofmethush; the difficulty is that the said ind keeps itsdistance somewhere, i know not where; and not that there is any wantof head in me to govern it."
"leave it to god, sancho," said don quixote, "for all will be andperhaps better than you think; no leaf on the tree stirs but bygods will."
"that is true," said samson; "and if it be gods will, there willnot be any want of a thousand inds, much less one, for sancho togovern."
"i have seen governors in these parts," said sancho, "that are notto bepared to my shoe-sole; and for all that they are called yourlordship and served on silver."
"those are not governors of inds," observed samson, "but of othergovernments of an easier kind: those that govern inds must at leastknow grammar."
"i could manage the gram well enough," said sancho; "but for the mari have neither leaning nor liking, for i dont know what it is; butleaving this matter of the government in gods hands, to send mewherever it may be most to his service, i may tell you, senor bachelorsamson carrasco, it has pleased me beyond measure that the author ofthis history should have spoken of me in such a way that what issaid of me gives no offence; for, on the faith of a true squire, if hehad said anything about me that was at all unbing an oldchristian, such as i am, the deaf would have heard of it."
"that would be working miracles," said samson.
"miracles or no miracles," said sancho, "let everyone mind how hespeaks or writes about people, and not set down at random the firstthing thates into his head."
"one of the faults they find with this history," said thebachelor, "is that its author inserted in it a novel called theill-advised curiosity; not that it is bad or ill-told, but that it isout of ce and has nothing to do with the history of his worshipsenor don quixote."
"i will bet the son of a dog has mixed the cabbages and thebaskets," said sancho.
"then, i say," said don quixote, "the author of my history was nosage, but some ignorant 插tterer, who, in a haphazard and heedlessway, set about writing it, let it turn out as it might, just asorbaneja, the painter of ubeda, used to do, who, when they asked himwhat he was painting, answered, what it may turn out. sometimes hewould paint a cock in such a fashion, and so unlike, that he had towrite alongside of it in gothic letters, this is a cock; and so itwill be with my history, which will require amentary to make itintelligible."
"no fear of that," returned samson, "for it is so in that thereis nothing in it to puzzle over; the children turn its leaves, theyoung people read it, the grown men understand it, the old folk praiseit; in a word, it is so thumbed, and read, and got by heart bypeople of all sorts, that the instant they see any lean hack, theysay, there goes rocinante. and those that are most given toreading it are the pages, for there is not a lords ante-插mber wherethere is not a don quixote to be found; one takes it up if anotheys it down; this one pounces upon it, and that begs for it. inshort, the said history is the most delightful and least injuriousentertainment that has been hitherto seen, for there is not to befound in the whole of it even the semnce of an immodest word, ora thought that is other than catholic."
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