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In a place of La Mancha, whose name I do not want to remember, there has not been a long time that lived a lord of the lance in the shipyard, old armor, skinny rocín and greyhound runner. A pot of something more cow than ram, spatter the most nights, duels and breaks on Saturdays, giblets on Fridays, some palomino in addition on Sundays, consumed three quarters of his estate.

He had a housekeeper in his house who was in his forties, and a niece who was not in his twenties, and a boy in the field and square, who saddled the rocin as he took the pruning. He emphasized the age of our hidalgo at the age of fifty; Was of a hard complexion, dry of flesh, thin of face, great early bird and friend of the hunt. They mean that he had the nickname of Quijada, or Quesada, that in this there is some difference in the authors who in this case write; Although, by plausible conjectures, it is understood that it was called Quejana.aa

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MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA GOD bless me, gentle (or it may be plebeian) reader, how eagerly must thou be looking forward to this preface, expecting to find there retaliation, scolding, and abuse against the author of the second Don Quixote- I mean him who was, they say, begotten at Tordesillas and born at Tarragona! Well then, the truth is, I am not going to give thee that satisfaction; for, though injuries stir up anger in humbler breasts, in mine the rule must admit of an exception. Thou wouldst have me call him ass, fool, and malapert, but I have no such intention; let his offence be his punishment, with his bread let him eat it, and there’s an end of it. What I cannot help taking amiss is that he charges me with being old and one-handed, as if it had been in my power to keep time from passing over me, or as if the loss of my hand had been brought about in some tavern, and not on the grandest occasion the past or present has seen, or the future can hope to see. If my wounds have no beauty to the beholder’s eye, they are, at least, honourable in the estimation of those who know where they were received; for the soldier shows to greater advantage dead in battle than alive in flight; and so strongly is this my feeling, that if now it were proposed to perform an impossibility for me, I would rather have had my share in that mighty action, than be free from my wounds this minute without having been present at it. Those the soldier shows on his face and breast are stars

The rest of the party concluded a velvet dress, hairy tights for the parties, with their slippers of the same, and the days of midweek were honored with their vellorí of the finest.

She, whose full features may be here descried, High-bosomed, with a bearing of disdain, Is Dulcinea, she for whom in vain The great Don Quixote of La Mancha sighed. For her, Toboso’s queen, from side to side He traversed the grim sierra, the champaign Of Aranjuez, and Montiel’s famous plain: On Rocinante oft a weary ride. Malignant planets, cruel destiny, Pursued them both, the fair Manchegan dame, And the unconquered star of chivalry. Nor youth nor beauty saved her from the claim Of death; he paid love’s bitter penalty, And left the marble to preserve his name.

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PANIAGUADO, ACADEMICIAN OF ARGAMASILLA, IN LAUDEM DULCINEAE DEL TOBOSO

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The worthy Sancho Panza here you see; A great soul once was in that body small, Nor was there squire upon this earthly ball So plain and simple, or of guile so free. Within an ace of being Count was he, And would have been but for the spite and gall Of this vile age, mean and illiberal, That cannot even let a donkey be. For mounted on an ass (excuse the word), By Rocinante’s side this gentle squire Was wont his wandering master to attend. Delusive hopes that lure the common herd With promises of ease, the heart’s desire, In shadows, dreams, and smoke ye always end

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OF DON QUIXOTE EPITAPH The knight lies here below, Ill-errant and bruised sore, Whom Rocinante bore In his wanderings to and fro. By the side of the knight is laid Stolid man Sancho too, Than whom a squire more true Was not in the esquire trade.

The first thing he did was to clean some weapons that had been from his great-grandfathers, which, taken from rust and mold-filled, had long been laid and forgotten in a corner. He cleaned and trimmed them as best he could, but he saw that they had a great lack, and that they had no lace cape, but a simple morrion; But to this he supplied his industry, because of cardboard he made a half-blind mode, which, fitted with the morrion, made a whole gaunt appearance. It is true that in order to prove that he was strong and could be at risk of a blow, he drew his sword and struck it twice, and with the first and at one point he undid what he had done in a week; And the ease with which he had torn it to pieces, and, in order to secure himself of this danger, he made it again, putting iron rods from within, so that he was satisfied with his strength; And, without wanting to make new experience of it, the deputy and had by finest lace of lace.gde ssdg.g

as I am, Your Excellency’s most humble servant.

that is wished you; Persiles will be ready to kiss your hand and I your feet, being

attain the summit of possible quality. May Your Excellency return in such health

of having called it the worst, for, in the opinion of friends, it is bound to

in our language, I mean of those intended for entertainment; at which I repent

Deo volente, and which will be either the worst or the best that has been composed

the “Trabajos de Persiles y Sigismunda,” a book I shall finish within four months,

Thus I gave him his leave and I beg mine from you, offering Your Excellency

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These were all the verses that could be deciphered; the rest, the writing being worm-eaten, were handed over to one of the Academicians to make out their meaning conjecturally. We have been informed that at the cost of many sleepless nights and much toil he has succeeded, and that he means to publish them in hopes of Don Quixote’s third sally.