Part 35 (2/2)

”Peace, friend Sancho,” replied Don Quixote: ”there is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war I am verily persuaded that cursed necromancer, Freston, who carried away iants into windmills to deprive me of the honour of the victory; such is his inveterate ainst ee of my sword”

”Aain upon his legs, once ht mounted poor Rozinante, that was half shoulder-slipped with his fall

This adventure was the subject of their discourse, as they made the best of their way towards the pass of Lapice, for Don Quixote took that road, believing he could not htily frequented

However, the loss of his lance was no s his complaint about it to his squire, ”I have read,” said he, ”friend Sancho, that a certain Spanish knight, having broken his sword in the heat of an engagee oak tree, or at least tore down aand grinding so many Moors with it that day, that he won himself and his posterity the surname of The Pounder, or Bruiser I tell thee this, because I intend to tear up the next oak or holm tree we meet; with the trunk whereof I hope to perform such wondrous deeds that thou wilt estee had the honour to behold them, and been the ocular witness of achievements which posterity will scarce be able to believe”

”Heaven grant you may,” cried Sancho; ”I believe it all, because your worshi+p says it But, an't please you, sit a littlebruised by the fall”

”It does so,” replied Don Quixote; ”and if I do not coht-errant must never complain of his wounds”

”Then I have no more to say,” quoth Sancho; ”and yet Heaven knows roan a little now and then when so ails you: for my part, I shall not fail to bemoan myself when I suffer the smallest pain, unless, indeed, it can be proved that the rule of not cohts”

Don Quixote could not forbear save him leave to complain not only when he pleased, but as much as he pleased, whether he had any cause or no; for he had never yet read anything to the contrary in any books of chivalry

CERVANTES: ”The Adventures of Don Quixote”

THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST

Little Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a rass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow, On her shi+ning hair and face

She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shalloater's flow

Now she holds the, While she rocketh to and fro

Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly uses, Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done,-- And the sweetest pleasure chooses For her future within reach

Little Ellie in her s on a steed of steeds!

He shall love uile, And to _hi the reeds

”And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath

And the lute he plays upon, Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death

”And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure; And thethe sod Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind

”But lory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face

He will say: 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine race'