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don ixote sighed on hearg the duchess&039;s reest, and said, &ot;if iuld pck out y heart, and lay it on a plate on this table herebefore your highness&039;s eyes, it would spare y tongue the pa oftellg what can hardly be thought of, for it your excellence wouldsee her portrayed full but why should i attept to depict anddescribe detail, and feature by feature, the beauty of the peerlessdulcea, the burden beg one worthy of other shoulders than e, anenterprise where the pencils of parrhasi, tiantes, and apelles,and the graver of lysipp ought to be eployed, to pat it pictures and carve it arble and bronze, and ciceronian anddeosthenian eloence to und its praises?&ot;

&ot;what does deosthenian an, senor don ixote?&ot; said theduchess; &ot;it is a word i never heard all y life&ot;

&ot;deosthenian eloence,&ot; said don ixote, &ot;ans the eloenceof deosthenes, as ciceronian ans that of cicero, who were the oost eloent orators the world&ot;

&ot;true,&ot; said the duke; &ot;you t have lost your wits to ask such aestion nevertheless, senor don ixote would greatly gratify if he would depict her to ; for never fear, even an outle orsketch 射 will be thg to ake the fairest envio&ot;

&ot;i would do certaly,&ot; said don ixote, &ot;had 射 not beenbrred to y d&039;s eye by the isfortune that fell upon her ashort ti sce, one of such a nature that i a ore ready to weepover it than to describe it for your highnesses t know that, goga few days back to kiss he