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which the narrative of our knight&039;s ishap is ntued

fdg, then, that, fact he uld not ove, he thought hiselfof havg reurse to his ual redy, which was to thk of passa his books, and his craze brought to his d that aboutbald and the aris of antua, when carloto left hi wounded onthe ounta side, a story known by heart by the children, notfotten by the young n, and lauded and even believed by the oldfolk; and for all that not a whit truer than the iracles ofahot this seed to hi to fit exactly the case which hefound hiself, , akg a show of severe sufferg, he began to rollon the ground and with feeble breath repeat the very words which thewounded knight of the wood is said to have uttered:

where art thou, lady e, that thou

y rrow dost not rue?

thou canst not know it, lady e,

or else thou art untrueand he went on with the ballad as far as the les:

o noble aris of antua,

y uncle and lie lord!

as 插nce would have it, when he had got to this le there happenedto e by a peasant fro his own villa, a neighbour of his, who hadbeen with a load of wheat to the ill, and he, seeg the anstretched there, ca up to hi and asked hi who he was and whaas the atter with hi that he pned dolefully

don ixote was firly persuaded that this was the aris ofantua, his uncle, the only answer he ade was to go on with hisballad, which he told the tale of his isfortune, and of theloves of the eperor&039;s n and his wife all ex