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with the death of this lady?&ot;

&ot;don&039;t be surprised at that,&ot; returned the ician; &ot;for with thecallow poets of our day the way is for every one to write as hepleases and pilfer where he chooses, whether it be rane to theatter or not, and now-a-days there is no piece of silless theycan sg or write that is not set down to poetic licence&ot;

don ixote was about to reply, but was prevented by the duke andduchess, who ca to see hi, and with the there followed a longand delightful nversation, the urse of which sancho said any droll and saucy thgs that he left the duke and duchesswonderg not only at his siplicity but at his sharpness don ixotebegd their perission to take his departure that sa day,asuch as for a vani射d knight like hiself it was fitter heshould live a pig-sty than a royal palace they gave it veryreadily, and the duchess asked hi if altisidora was his goodgraces

he replied, &ot;senora, let tell your ladyship that this dasel&039;sailnt es entirely of idleness, and the cure for it is honestand nstant eploynt 射 herself has told that lace is worn hell; and as 射 t know how to ake it, let it never be out ofher hands; for when 射 is oupied shiftg the bobbs to andfro, the ia or ias of what 射 loves will not shift to and fro her thoughts; this is the truth, this is y opion, and this is yadvice&ot;

&ot;and e,&ot; added sancho; &ot;for i never all y life saw alace-aker that died for love; when dasels are at work their dsare ore set