don quixote(堂·吉珂德)-第218章

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blue；　green；　and　purple…　let　my　lord　the　governor　pardon　me　for
painting　so　minutely　the　charms　of　her　who　some　time　or　other　will
be　my　daughter；　for　I　love　her；　and　I　don't　find　her　amiss。〃
　　〃Paint　what　you　will；〃　said　Sancho；　〃I　enjoy　your　painting；　and　if　I
had　dined　there　could　be　no　dessert　more　to　my　taste　than　your
portrait。〃
　　〃That　I　have　still　to　furnish；〃　said　the　farmer；　〃but　a　time　will
come　when　we　may　be　able　if　we　are　not　now；　and　I　can　tell　you；　senor；
if　I　could　paint　her　gracefulness　and　her　tall　figure；　it　would
astonish　you；　but　that　is　impossible　because　she　is　bent　double　with
her　knees　up　to　her　mouth；　but　for　all　that　it　is　easy　to　see　that
if　she　could　stand　up　she'd　knock　her　head　against　the　ceiling；　and
she　would　have　given　her　hand　to　my　bachelor　ere　this；　only　that　she
can't　stretch　it　out；　for　it's　contracted；　but　still　one　can　see　its
elegance　and　fine　make　by　its　long　furrowed　nails。〃
　　〃That　will　do；　brother；〃　said　Sancho；　〃consider　you　have　painted　her
from　head　to　foot；　what　is　it　you　want　now？　Come　to　the　point
without　all　this　beating　about　the　bush；　and　all　these　scraps　and
additions。〃
　　〃I　want　your　worship；　senor；〃　said　the　farmer；　〃to　do　me　the
favour　of　giving　me　a　letter　of　recommendation　to　the　girl's　father；
begging　him　to　be　so　good　as　to　let　this　marriage　take　place；　as　we
are　not　ill…matched　either　in　the　gifts　of　fortune　or　of　nature；　for
to　tell　the　truth；　senor　governor；　my　son　is　possessed　of　a　devil；　and
there　is　not　a　day　but　the　evil　spirits　torment　him　three　or　four
times；　and　from　having　once　fallen　into　the　fire；　he　has　his　face
puckered　up　like　a　piece　of　parchment；　and　his　eyes　watery　and
always　running；　but　he　has　the　disposition　of　an　angel；　and　if　it
was　not　for　belabouring　and　pummelling　himself　he'd　be　a　saint。〃
　　〃Is　there　anything　else　you　want；　good　man？〃　said　Sancho。
　　〃There's　another　thing　I'd　like；〃　said　the　farmer；　〃but　I'm　afraid
to　mention　it；　however；　out　it　must；　for　after　all　I　can't　let　it　be
rotting　in　my　breast；　come　what　may。　I　mean；　senor；　that　I'd　like　your
worship　to　give　me　three　hundred　or　six　hundred　ducats　as　a　help　to　my
bachelor's　portion；　to　help　him　in　setting　up　house；　for　they　must；　in
short；　live　by　themselves；　without　being　subject　to　the
interferences　of　their　fathers…in…law。〃
　　〃Just　see　if　there's　anything　else　you'd　like；〃　said　Sancho；　〃and
don't　hold　back　from　mentioning　it　out　of　bashfulness　or　modesty。〃
　　〃No；　indeed　there　is　not；〃　said　the　farmer。
　　The　moment　he　said　this　the　governor　started　to　his　feet；　and
seizing　the　chair　he　had　been　sitting　on　exclaimed；　〃By　all　that's
good；　you　ill…bred；　boorish　Don　Bumpkin；　if　you　don't　get　out　of
this　at　once　and　hide　yourself　from　my　sight；　I'll　lay　your　head
open　with　this　chair。　You　whoreson　rascal；　you　devil's　own　painter；
and　is　it　at　this　hour　you　come　to　ask　me　for　six　hundred　ducats！
How　should　I　have　them；　you　stinking　brute？　And　why　should　I　give　them
to　you　if　I　had　them；　you　knave　and　blockhead？　What　have　I　to　do
with　Miguelturra　or　the　whole　family　of　the　Perlerines？　Get　out　I　say；
or　by　the　life　of　my　lord　the　duke　I'll　do　as　I　said。　You're　not
from　Miguelturra；　but　some　knave　sent　here　from　hell　to　tempt　me。　Why；
you　villain；　I　have　not　yet　had　the　government　half　a　day；　and　you
want　me　to　have　six　hundred　ducats　already！〃
　　The　carver　made　signs　to　the　farmer　to　leave　the　room；　which　he
did　with　his　head　down；　and　to　all　appearance　in　terror　lest　the
governor　should　carry　his　threats　into　effect；　for　the　rogue　knew　very
well　how　to　play　his　part。
　　But　let　us　leave　Sancho　in　his　wrath；　and　peace　be　with　them　all；
and　let　us　return　to　Don　Quixote；　whom　we　left　with　his　face
bandaged　and　doctored　after　the　cat　wounds；　of　which　he　was　not
cured　for　eight　days；　and　on　one　of　these　there　befell　him　what　Cide
Hamete　promises　to　relate　with　that　exactitude　and　truth　with　which　he
is　wont　to　set　forth　everything　connected　with　this　great　history；
however　minute　it　may　be。
　　

CHAPTER　XLVIII
　　OF　WHAT　BEFELL　DON　QUIXOTE　WITH　DONA　RODRIGUEZ；　THE　DUCHESS'S
DUENNA；　TOGETHER　WITH　OTHER　OCCURRENCES　WORTHY　OF　RECORD　AND　ETERNAL
REMEMBRANCE

　　EXCEEDINGLY　moody　and　dejected　was　the　sorely　wounded　Don　Quixote；
with　his　face　bandaged　and　marked；　not　by　the　hand　of　God；　but　by
the　claws　of　a　cat；　mishaps　incidental　to　knight…errantry。　Six　days　he
remained　without　appearing　in　public；　and　one　night　as　he　lay　awake
thinking　of　his　misfortunes　and　of　Altisidora's　pursuit　of　him；　he
perceived　that　some　one　was　opening　the　door　of　his　room　with　a　key；
and　he　at　once　made　up　his　mind　that　the　enamoured　damsel　was　coming
to　make　an　assault　upon　his　chastity　and　put　him　in　danger　of
failing　in　the　fidelity　he　owed　to　his　lady　Dulcinea　del　Toboso。　〃No；〃
said　he；　firmly　persuaded　of　the　truth　of　his　idea　（and　he　said　it
loud　enough　to　be　heard）；　〃the　greatest　beauty　upon　earth　shall　not
avail　to　make　me　renounce　my　adoration　of　her　whom　I　bear　stamped
and　graved　in　the　core　of　my　heart　and　the　secret　depths　of　my　bowels；
be　thou；　lady　mine；　transformed　into　a　clumsy　country　wench；　or　into　a
nymph　of　golden　Tagus　weaving　a　web　of　silk　and　gold；　let　Merlin　or
Montesinos　hold　thee　captive　where　they　will；　whereer　thou　art；　thou
art　mine；　and　where'er　I　am；　must　he　thine。〃　The　very　instant　he　had
uttered　these　words；　the　door　opened。　He　stood　up　on　the　bed　wrapped
from　head　to　foot　in　a　yellow　satin　coverlet；　with　a　cap　on　his
head；　and　his　face　and　his　moustaches　tied　up；　his　face　because　of　the
scratches；　and　his　moustaches　to　keep　them　from　drooping　and　falling
down；　in　which　trim　he　looked　the　most　extraordinary　scarecrow　that
could　be　conceived。　He　kept　his　eyes　fixed　on　the　door；　and　just　as　he
was　expecting　to　see　the　love…smitten　and　unhappy　Altisidora　make
her　appearance；　he　saw　coming　in　a　most　venerable　duenna；　in　a　long
white…bordered　veil　that　covered　and　enveloped　her　from　head　to
foot。　Between　the　fingers　of　her　left　hand　she　held　a　short　lighted
candle；　while　with　her　right　she　shaded　it　to　keep　the　light　from
her　eyes；　which　were　covered　by　spectacles　of　great　size；　and　she
advanced　with　noiseless　steps；　treading　very　softly。
　　Don　Quixote　kept　an　eye　upon　her　from　his　watchtower；　and
observing　her　costume　and　noting　her　silence；　he　concluded　that　it
must　be　some　witch　or　sorceress　that　was　coming　in　such　a　guise　to
work　him　some　mischief；　and　he　began　crossing　himself　at　a　great　rate。
The　spectre　still　advanced；　and　on　reaching　the　middle　of　the　room；
looked　up　and　saw　the　energy　with　which　Don　Quixote　was　crossing
himself；　and　if　he　was　scared　by　seeing　such　a　figure　as　hers；　she　was
terrified　at　the　sight　of　his；　for　the　moment　she　saw　his　tall
yellow　form　with　the　coverlet　and　the　bandages　that　disfigured　him；
she　gave　a　loud　scream；　and　exclaiming；　〃Jesus！　what's　this　I　see？〃
let　fall　the　candle　in　her　fright；　and　then　finding　herself　in　the
dark；　turned　about　to　make　off；　but　stumbling　on　her　skirts　in　her
consternation；　she　measured　her　length　with　a　mighty　fall。
　　Don　Quixote　in　his　trepidation　began　saying；　〃I　conjure　thee；
phantom；　or　whatever　thou　art；　tell　me　what　thou　art　and　what　thou
wouldst　with　me。　If　thou　art　a　soul　in　torment；　say　so；　and　all　that
my　powers　can　do　I　will　do　for　thee；　for　I　am　a　Catholic　Christian　and
love　to　do　good　to　all　the　world；　and　to　this　end　I　have　embraced
the　order　of　knight…errantry　to　which　I　belong；　the　province　of
which　extends　to　doing　good　even　to　souls　in　purgatory。〃
　　The　unfortunate　duenna　hearing　herself　thus　conjured；　by　her　own
fear　guessed　Don　Quixote's　and　in　a　low　plaintive　voice　answered；
〃Senor　Don　Quixote…　if　so　be　you　are　indeed　Don　Quixote…　I　am　no
phantom　or　spectre　or　soul　in　purgatory；　as　you　seem　to　think；　but
Dona　Rodriguez；　duenna　of　honour　to　my　lady　the　duchess；　and　I　come　to
you　with　one　of　those　grievances　your　worship　is　wont　to　redress。〃
　　〃Tell　me；　Senora　Dona　Rodriguez；〃　said　Don　Quixote；　〃do　you
perchance　come　to　transact　any　go…between　business？　Because　I　must
tell　you　I　am　not　available　for　anybody's　purpose；　thanks　to　the
peerless　beauty　of　my　lady　Dulcinea　del　Toboso。　In　s