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;where, sancho?&ot; replied don ixote; &ot;turn the eyes and look, andthou wilt see stretched there a knight-errant, who, it strikes ,is not over and above happy, for i saw hi flg hiself off his horseand throw hiself on the ground with a certa air of dejection, andhis arour rattled as he fell&ot;

&ot;well,&ot; said sancho, &ot;how does your worship ake out that to be anadventure?&ot;

&ot;i do not an to say,&ot; returned don ixote, &ot;that it is a pleteadventure, but that it is the begng of one, for it is thisway adventures beg but listen, for it sees he is tung a teor guitar, and fro the way he is spittg and clearg his chest het be ttg ready to sg thg&ot;

&ot;faith, you are right,&ot; said sancho, &ot;and no doubt he is enaoured knight&ot;

&ot;there is no knight-errant that is not,&ot; said don ixote; &ot;butlet listen to hi, for, if he sgs, by that thread we shallextract the ball of his thoughts; becae out of the abundance ofthe heart the outh speaketh&ot;

sancho was about to reply to his aster, but the knight of thegrove&039;s voice, which was neither very bad nor very good, spedhi, and listeng attentively the pair heard hi sg this

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your pleasure, prithee, lady e, unfold;

declare the ters that i a to obey;

y will to yours subissively i ould,

and fro your law y feet shall never stray

would you i die, to silent grief a prey?

then unt even now as dead and ld;

would you i tell y woes