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&ot;discreet be the days of your holess,&ot; said sancho, &ot;for thegood opion you have of y wit, though there&039;s none ; but thestory i want to tell is this there was an vitation given by antlean of y town, a very rich one, and one of ality, for hewas one of the alaos of da del capo, and arried to donancia de ones, the daughter of don alon de aranon, knight ofthe order of santiago, that was drowned at the herradura- hi therewas that arrel about years ago our villa, that y aster donixote was ixed up , to the best of y belief, that toasillothe scapegrace, the n of balbastro the sith, was wounded - isn&039;tall this true, aster e? as you live, say , that these ntlefolkay not take for lyg 插tterer&ot;

&ot; far,&ot; said the elesiastic, &ot;i take you to be ore a插tterer than a liar; but i don&039;t know what i shall take you forby-and-by&ot;

&ot;thou citest any witnesses and proofs, sancho,&ot; said donixote, &ot;that i have no choice but to say thou t be tellg thetruth; go on, and cut the story short, for thou art takg the way notto ake an end for o days to e&ot;

&ot;he is not to cut it short,&ot; said the duchess; &ot;on the ntrary, fory gratification, he is to tell it as he knows it, though he shouldnot fish it these six days; and if he took any they would beto the pleasantest i ever spent&ot;

&ot;well then, sirs, i say,&ot; ntued sancho, &ot;that this santlean, who i know as well as i do y own hands, for it&039;s not abowshot fro y hoe