don quixote(堂·吉珂德)-第55章
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off without waiting to see any more crazy feats； he climbed up to
the top of a high rock； and there set himself to consider what he
had several times before considered without ever coming to any
conclusion on the point； namely whether it would be better and more to
his purpose to imitate the outrageous madness of Roland； or the
melancholy madness of Amadis； and communing with himself he said：
〃What wonder is it if Roland was so good a knight and so valiant
as everyone says he was； when； after all； he was enchanted； and nobody
could kill him save by thrusting a corking pin into the sole of his
foot； and he always wore shoes with seven iron soles？ Though cunning
devices did not avail him against Bernardo del Carpio； who knew all
about them； and strangled him in his arms at Roncesvalles。 But putting
the question of his valour aside； let us come to his losing his
wits； for certain it is that he did lose them in consequence of the
proofs he discovered at the fountain； and the intelligence the
shepherd gave him of Angelica having slept more than two siestas
with Medoro； a little curly…headed Moor； and page to Agramante。 If
he was persuaded that this was true； and that his lady had wronged
him； it is no wonder that he should have gone mad； but I； how am I
to imitate him in his madness； unless I can imitate him in the cause
of it？ For my Dulcinea； I will venture to swear； never saw a Moor in
her life； as he is； in his proper costume； and she is this day as
the mother that bore her； and I should plainly be doing her a wrong
if； fancying anything else； I were to go mad with the same kind of
madness as Roland the Furious。 On the other hand； I see that Amadis of
Gaul； without losing his senses and without doing anything mad；
acquired as a lover as much fame as the most famous； for； according to
his history； on finding himself rejected by his lady Oriana； who had
ordered him not to appear in her presence until it should be her
pleasure； all he did was to retire to the Pena Pobre in company with a
hermit； and there he took his fill of weeping until Heaven sent him
relief in the midst of his great grief and need。 And if this be
true； as it is； why should I now take the trouble to strip stark
naked； or do mischief to these trees which have done me no harm； or
why am I to disturb the clear waters of these brooks which will give
me to drink whenever I have a mind？ Long live the memory of Amadis and
let him be imitated so far as is possible by Don Quixote of La Mancha；
of whom it will be said； as was said of the other； that if he did
not achieve great things； he died in attempting them； and if I am
not repulsed or rejected by my Dulcinea； it is enough for me； as I
have said； to be absent from her。 And so； now to business； come to
my memory ye deeds of Amadis； and show me how I am to begin to imitate
you。 I know already that what he chiefly did was to pray and commend
himself to God； but what am I to do for a rosary； for I have not got
one？〃
And then it occurred to him how he might make one； and that was by
tearing a great strip off the tail of his shirt which hung down； and
making eleven knots on it； one bigger than the rest； and this served
him for a rosary all the time he was there； during which he repeated
countless ave…marias。 But what distressed him greatly was not having
another hermit there to confess him and receive consolation from；
and so he solaced himself with pacing up and down the little meadow；
and writing and carving on the bark of the trees and on the fine
sand a multitude of verses all in harmony with his sadness； and some
in praise of Dulcinea； but； when he was found there afterwards； the
only ones completely legible that could be discovered were those
that follow here：
Ye on the mountain side that grow；
Ye green things all； trees； shrubs； and bushes；
Are ye aweary of the woe
That this poor aching bosom crushes？
If it disturb you； and I owe
Some reparation； it may be a
Defence for me to let you know
Don Quixote's tears are on the flow；
And all for distant Dulcinea
Del Toboso。
The lealest lover time can show；
Doomed for a lady…love to languish；
Among these solitudes doth go；
A prey to every kind of anguish。
Why Love should like a spiteful foe
Thus use him； he hath no idea；
But hogsheads full… this doth he know…
Don Quixote's tears are on the flow；
And all for distant Dulcinea
Del Toboso。
Adventure…seeking doth he go
Up rugged heights； down rocky valleys；
But hill or dale； or high or low；
Mishap attendeth all his sallies：
Love still pursues him to and fro；
And plies his cruel scourge… ah me！ a
Relentless fate； an endless woe；
Don Quixote's tears are on the flow；
And all for distant Dulcinea
Del Toboso。
The addition of 〃Del Toboso〃 to Dulcinea's name gave rise to no
little laughter among those who found the above lines； for they
suspected Don Quixote must have fancied that unless he added 〃del
Toboso〃 when he introduced the name of Dulcinea the verse would be
unintelligible； which was indeed the fact； as he himself afterwards
admitted。 He wrote many more； but； as has been said； these three
verses were all that could be plainly and perfectly deciphered。 In
this way； and in sighing and calling on the fauns and satyrs of the
woods and the nymphs of the streams； and Echo； moist and mournful；
to answer； console； and hear him； as well as in looking for herbs to
sustain him； he passed his time until Sancho's return； and had that
been delayed three weeks； as it was three days； the Knight of the
Rueful Countenance would have worn such an altered countenance that
the mother that bore him would not have known him： and here it will be
well to leave him； wrapped up in sighs and verses； to relate how
Sancho Panza fared on his mission。
As for him； coming out upon the high road； he made for El Toboso；
and the next day reached the inn where the mishap of the blanket had
befallen him。 As soon as he recognised it he felt as if he were once
more living through the air； and he could not bring himself to enter
it though it was an hour when he might well have done so； for it was
dinner…time； and he longed to taste something hot as it had been all
cold fare with him for many days past。 This craving drove him to
draw near to the inn； still undecided whether to go in or not； and
as he was hesitating there came out two persons who at once recognised
him； and said one to the other：
〃Senor licentiate； is not he on the horse there Sancho Panza who；
our adventurer's housekeeper told us； went off with her master as
esquire？〃
〃So it is；〃 said the licentiate； 〃and that is our friend Don
Quixote's horse；〃 and if they knew him so well it was because they
were the curate and the barber of his own village； the same who had
carried out the scrutiny and sentence upon the books； and as soon as
they recognised Sancho Panza and Rocinante； being anxious to hear of
Don Quixote； they approached； and calling him by his name the curate
said； 〃Friend Sancho Panza； where is your master？〃
Sancho recognised them at once； and determined to keep secret the
place and circumstances where and under which he had left his
master； so he replied that his master was engaged in a certain quarter
on a certain matter of great importance to him which he could not
disclose for the eyes in his head。
〃Nay； nay；〃 said the barber； 〃if you don't tell us where he is；
Sancho Panza； we will suspect as we suspect already； that you have
murdered and robbed him； for here you are mounted on his horse； in
fact； you must produce the master of the hack； or else take the
consequences。〃
〃There is no need of threats with me；〃 said Sancho； 〃for I am not
a man to rob or murder anybody； let his own fate； or God who made him；
kill each one； my master is engaged very much to his taste doing
penance in the midst of these mountains； and then； offhand and without
stopping； he told them how he had left him； what adventures had
