The Life and Exploits of the Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de La Mancha (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAP. V. Wherein is continued the Narration of our Knights Misfortune. But finding that he was really not able to stir, he bethought himself of having recourse to his usual remedy, which was to recollect some passage of his books; and his frenzy instantly presented to his remembrance that of Valdovinos and the Marquis of Mantua, when Carloto left him wounded on the mountain; a story known to children, not unknown to youth, commended and credited by old men, and for all that no truer than the miracles of Mahomet. Now this example seemed to him as if it had been cast in a mould to fit the distress he was in: anc] so with signs of great bodily pain, lie began to roll himself on the ground, and said with a faint tone what was said by the wounded Knight of the Wood: Where art l.hou' mistress of my heart, Unconscious of thy lover's smart ? Ah me! thou know'st not my distress, Or thou art false and pitiless. And in this manner he went on with the romance, until he came to those verses where it is said; " O noble Marquis of Mantua, my uncle and lord by blood." And it so happened, that just as he came to that verse, there passed by a countryman of his own village, and his near neighbour, who had been carrying a load of'wheat to the mill: who seeing a man lying stretched on the earth, came up and asked him who he was and what ailed him, that he made such a doleful lamentation ? Don Quixote b- lieved he must certainly be the Marquis of Mantua, his uncle, and so returned him no answer, but went on withhis romance, giving an account of his misfortune, and of the amours of the emperor's son with his wife, jusf in the same manner as it is there recounted. The peasant stood confounded at hearing such extravagancies; and taking off his visor, which was beaten all to pieces, he wipe...