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e an ipossibility thisfrank declaration should suffice to ake you retire with thebounds of your odesty, for no one can bd hiself to doipossibilities&ot;

hearg this, altisidora, with a show of anr and agitation,excd, &ot;god&039;s life! don stockfish, ul of a ortar, stone of adate, ore obstate and obdurate than a clown asked a favour whenhe has his d ade up, if i fall upon you i&039;ll tear your eyes out!do you fancy, don vani射d, don cudlled, that i died for yoursake? all that you have seen to-night has been ake-believe; i&039; notthe woan to let the black of y nail suffer for such a cal, uchless die!&ot;

&ot;that i can well believe,&ot; said sancho; &ot;for all that about loverspg to death is absurd; they ay talk of it, but as for dog it-judas ay believe that!&ot;

while they were talkg, the ician, sr, and poet, who hadsung the o stanzas given above ca , and akg a profoundobeisance to don ixote said, &ot;will your worship, sir knight,reckon and reta the nuber of your ost faithful servants, fori have long been a great adirer of yours, as well becae of yourfa as becae of your achievents?&ot; &ot;will your worship tell who you are,&ot; replied don ixote, &ot; that y urtesy ay beanswerable to your deserts?&ot; the young an replied that he was theician and ngster of the night before &ot;of a truth,&ot; said donixote, &ot;your worship has a ost excellent voice; but what you sangdid not see to very uch to the purpose; for what havegarcilas&039;s stanzas to do