The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha
The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha
The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha
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208 <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong> <strong>de</strong> <strong>la</strong> <strong>Mancha</strong> <br />
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answer left the viceroy in a state of perplexity, not knowing whether he ought to let <br />
the combat go on or not; but unable to persua<strong>de</strong> himself that it was anything but a <br />
joke he fell back, saying, "If there be no other way out of it, gal<strong>la</strong>nt knights, except to <br />
confess or die, and <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong> is inflexible, and your worship of the White Moon <br />
still more so, in God's hand be it, and fall on." <br />
<br />
He of the White Moon thanked the viceroy in courteous and well‐chosen words for <br />
the permission he gave them, and so did <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong>, who then, commending <br />
himself with all his heart to heaven and to his Dulcinea, as was his custom on the eve <br />
of any combat that awaited him, procee<strong>de</strong>d to take a little more distance, as he saw <br />
his antagonist was doing the same; then, without b<strong>la</strong>st of trumpet or other warlike <br />
instrument to give them the signal to charge, both at the same instant wheeled their <br />
horses; and he of the White Moon, being the swifter, met <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong> after having <br />
traversed two‐thirds of the course, and there encountered him with such violence <br />
that, without touching him with his <strong>la</strong>nce (for he held it high, to all appearance <br />
purposely), he hurled <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong> and Rocinante to the earth, a perilous fall. He <br />
sprang upon him at once, and p<strong>la</strong>cing the <strong>la</strong>nce over his visor said to him, "You are <br />
vanquished, sir knight, nay <strong>de</strong>ad, unless you confess, according to the terms of our <br />
combat.” <br />
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<strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong>, bruised and stupefied, without raising his visor, said in a weak feeble <br />
voice as if he were speaking out of a tomb, "Dulcinea <strong>de</strong>l Toboso is the fairest <br />
woman in the world, and I the most unfortunate knight on earth; it is not fitting that <br />
this truth should suffer by my feebleness; drive your <strong>la</strong>nce home, sir knight, and take <br />
my life, since you have already <strong>de</strong>prived me of my honor." <br />
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"That will I most surely will not do,” said he of the White Moon; "Let the fame of the <br />
<strong>la</strong>dy Dulcinea’s beauty live on undimmed; all I require is that the great <strong>Don</strong> <strong>Quixote</strong> <br />
retire to his own home for a year, or until such time as I shall specify, as we agreed <br />
before joining battle." <br />