| Part I - CHAPTER XXX (Translated
by John Ormsby) "...
Sancho advanced hanging his head and begged his master's hand, which Don Quixote with
dignity presented to him, giving him his blessing as soon as he had kissed it; he then
bade him go on ahead a little, as he had questions to ask him and matters of great
importance to discuss
with him. Sancho obeyed, and when the two had gone some distance in advance Don Quixote
said to him, "Since thy return I have had no opportunity or time to ask thee many
particulars touching thy mission and the answer thou hast brought back, and now that
chance has granted us the time and opportunity, deny me not the happiness thou thou canst
give me by such good news."
"Let your worship ask what you will," answered Sancho, "for I shall find a
way out of all as as I found a way in; but I implore you, senor, not not to be so
revengeful in future."
"Why dost thou say that, Sancho?" said Don Quixote.
"I say it," he returned, "because those blows just now were more because of
the quarrel the devil stirred up between us both the other night, than for what I said
against my lady Dulcinea, whom I love and reverence as I would a relic- though there is
nothing of that about her- merely as something belonging to your worship."
"Say no more on that subject for thy life, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "for
it is displeasing to me; I have already pardoned thee for that, and thou knowest the
common saying, 'for a fresh sin a fresh penance.'"
While this was going on they saw coming along the road they were following a man mounted
on an ass, who when he came close seemed to be a gipsy; but Sancho Panza, whose eyes and
heart were there wherever he saw asses, no sooner beheld the man than he knew him to be
Gines de
Pasamonte; and by the thread of the gipsy he got at the ball, his ass, for it was, in
fact, Dapple that carried Pasamonte, who to escape recognition and to sell the ass had
disguised himself as a gipsy, being able to speak the gipsy language, and many more, as
well as if they were his own. Sancho saw him and recognised him, and the instant he did so
he shouted to him, "Ginesillo, you thief, give up my treasure, release my life,
embarrass thyself not with my repose, quit my ass, leave my delight, be off, rip, get thee
gone, thief, and give up what is not thine."
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