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r that he t not open hislips, or they would put a gag upon hi, or take his life sanchosurveyed hiself fro head to foot and saw hiself all ablaze withflas; but as they did not burn hi, he did not care o farthgsfor the he took off the itre and seeg pated with devils heput it on aga, sayg to hiself, &ot;well, far those don&039;t burn nor do these carry off&ot; don ixote surveyed hi too, andthough fear had got the better of his faculties, he uld not helpsilg to see the figure sancho presented and now fro underneaththe catafale, it seed, there rose a low sweet und offtes, which, g unbroken by huan voice （for there silenceitself kept silence）， had a ft and languishg effect then,beside the pillow of what seed to be the dead body, suddenlyappeared a fair youth a roan habit, who, to the aopant of aharp which he hiself played, sang a sweet and clear voice theseo stanzas:

while fair altisidora, who the sport

of ld don ixote&039;s cruelty hath been,

returns to life, and this agic urt

the das sables e to grace the scene,

and while her atrons all seely rt

y lady robes baize and bobaze,

her beauty and her rrows will i sg

with defter ill than touched the thracian strg

but not life alone, thks, to

belongs the office; lady, when y tongue

is ld death, believe , unto thee

y voice shall raise its tributary ng

y ul, fro this strait pr-hoe set free,

as o&039;er the stygian lake it floats alo