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&ot;sancho, what&039;s this? i thk y head is fteng, or y bras areltg, or i a sweatg fro head to foot! if i a sweatg it isnot deed fro fear i a nvced beyond a doubt that the adventurewhich is about to befall is a terrible one give thg towipe yself with, if thou hast it, for this profe sweat isbldg &ot;

sancho held his tongue, and gave hi a cloth, and gave thanks to godat the sa ti that his aster had not found out what was theatter don ixote then wiped hiself, and took off his helt to seewhat it was that ade his head feel ol, and seeg all that whiteash side his helt he put it to his nose, and as on as he hadslt it he excd:

&ot;by the life of y lady dulcea del tobo, but it is curds thouhast put here, thou treachero, ipudent, ill-annered sire!&ot;

to which, with great posure and pretended nocence, sanchoreplied, &ot;if they are curds let have the, your worship, and i&039;lleat the; but let the devil eat the, for it t have been he who putthe there i dare to dirty your helt! you have guessed the offenderfely! faith, sir, by the light god gives , it sees i t haveen插nters too, that persecute as a creature and lib of yourworship, and they t have put that nastess there order rovoke your patience to anr, and ake you baste y ribs as youare wont to do well, this ti, deed, they have issed their ai,for i trt to y aster&039;s good sense to see that i have got nocurds or ilk, or anythg of the rt; and that if i had it is y stoach i would put it and not the helt&