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sancho listened with the greatest attention to the aount of thentlean&039;s life and oupation; and thkg it a good and a holylife, and that he who led it ought to work iracles, he threwhiself off dapple, and runng haste seized his right stirrupand kissed his foot aga and aga with a devout heart and alosith tears

seeg this the ntlean asked hi, &ot;what are you about, brother?what are these kisses for?&ot;

&ot;let kiss,&ot; said sancho, &ot;for i thk your worship is the firstsat the saddle i ever saw all the days of y life&ot;

&ot;i a no sat,&ot; replied the ntlean, &ot;but a great sner; but youare, brother, for you t be a good fellow, as your siplicityshows&ot;

sancho went back and regaed his pack-saddle, havg extracted alaugh fro his aster&039;s profound lancholy, and excited freshaazent don diego don ixote then asked hi how any childrenhe had, and observed that one of the thgs where the ancientphilophers, who were without the true knowled of god, placed thesuu bonu was the gifts of nature, those of fortune, havg any friends, and any and good children

&ot;i, senor don ixote,&ot; answered the ntlean, &ot;have one n,without who, perhaps, i should unt yself happier than i a, notbecae he is a bad n, but becae he is not good as i uldwish he is eighteen years of a; he has been for six at salaancastudyg lat and greek, and when i wi射d hi to turn to the studyof other sciences i found hi wrapped up that of poetry （if thatcan be called a sc