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to all this sancho listened with no little rrow at heart to seehow his hopes of dignity were fadg away and vanishg ke,and how the fair prcess ia had turned to dorothea, and thegiant to don fernando, while his aster was sleepg tranilly,totally unnscio of all that had e to pass dorothea wasunable to persuade herself that her present happess was not all adrea; cardenio was a siilar state of d, and scda&039;sthoughts ran the sa direction don fernando gave thanks to heavenfor the favour shown to hi and for havg been rescued fro thetricate labyrth which he had been brought near thedestruction of his good na and of his ul; and short everybody the n was full of ntentnt and satisfaction at the happy issueof such a plicated and hopeless bess the curate as asensible an ade und reflections upon the whole affair, andngratulated each upon his good fortune; but the one that was the highest spirits and good huour was the landlady, becae of theproise cardenio and the curate had given her to pay for all thelosses and daa 射 had staed through don ixote&039;s anssancho, as has been already said, was the only one who was distressed,unhappy, and dejected; and with a long face he went to hisaster, who had jt awoke, and said to hi:

&ot;sir rueful untenance, your worship ay as well sleep on as u插s you like, without troublg yourself about killg any giant orrest her kgdo to the prcess; for that is all over andsettled now&ot;

&ot;i should thk it was,&ot; replied don ixote, &ot;f