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singing a little； that the gentleman； our guest； may see that even
in the mountains and woods there are musicians： we have told him of
thy accomplishments； and we want thee to show them and prove that we
say true； so； as thou livest； pray sit down and sing that ballad about
thy love that thy uncle the prebendary made thee； and that was so much
liked in the town。〃
〃With all my heart；〃 said the young man； and without waiting for
more pressing he seated himself on the trunk of a felled oak； and
tuning his rebeck； presently began to sing to these words。
ANTONIO'S BALLAD
Thou dost love me well； Olalla；
Well I know it； even though
Love's mute tongues； thine eyes； have never
By their glances told me so。
For I know my love thou knowest；
Therefore thine to claim I dare：
Once it ceases to be secret；
Love need never feel despair。
True it is； Olalla； sometimes
Thou hast all too plainly shown
That thy heart is brass in hardness；
And thy snowy bosom stone。
Yet for all that； in thy coyness；
And thy fickle fits between；
Hope is there… at least the border
Of her garment may be seen。
Lures to faith are they； those glimpses；
And to faith in thee I hold；
Kindness cannot make it stronger；
Coldness cannot make it cold。
If it be that love is gentle；
In thy gentleness I see
Something holding out assurance
To the hope of winning thee。
If it be that in devotion
Lies a power hearts to move；
That which every day I show thee；
Helpful to my suit should prove。
Many a time thou must have noticed…
If to notice thou dost care…
How I go about on Monday
Dressed in all my Sunday wear。
Love's eyes love to look on brightness；
Love loves what is gaily drest；
Sunday； Monday； all I care is
Thou shouldst see me in my best。
No account I make of dances；
Or of strains that pleased thee so；
Keeping thee awake from midnight
Till the cocks began to crow；
Or of how I roundly swore it
That there's none so fair as thou；
True it is； but as I said it；
By the girls I'm hated now。
For Teresa of the hillside
At my praise of thee was sore；
Said； 〃You think you love an angel；
It's a monkey you adore；
〃Caught by all her glittering trinkets；
And her borrowed braids of hair；
And a host of made…up beauties
That would Love himself ensnare。〃
'T was a lie； and so I told her；
And her cousin at the word
Gave me his defiance for it；
And what followed thou hast heard。
Mine is no high…flown affection；
Mine no passion par amours…
As they call it… what I offer
Is an honest love； and pure。
Cunning cords the holy Church has；
Cords of softest silk they be；
Put thy neck beneath the yoke； dear；
Mine will follow； thou wilt see。
Else… and once for all I swear it
By the saint of most renown…
If I ever quit the mountains；
'T will be in a friar's gown。
Here the goatherd brought his song to an end； and though Don Quixote
entreated him to sing more； Sancho had no mind that way； being more
inclined for sleep than for listening to songs； so said he to his
master； 〃Your worship will do well to settle at once where you mean to
pass the night； for the labour these good men are at all day does
not allow them to spend the night in singing。〃
〃I understand thee； Sancho；〃 replied Don Quixote； 〃I perceive
clearly that those visits to the wine…skin demand compensation in
sleep rather than in music。〃
〃It's sweet to us all； blessed be God；〃 said Sancho。
〃I do not deny it；〃 replied Don Quixote； 〃but settle thyself where
thou wilt； those of my calling are more becomingly employed in
watching than in sleeping； still it would be as well if thou wert to
dress this ear for me again； for it is giving me more pain than it
need。〃
Sancho did as he bade him； but one of the goatherds； seeing the
wound； told him not to be uneasy； as he would apply a remedy with
which it would be soon healed； and gathering some leaves of
rosemary； of which there was a great quantity there； he chewed them
and mixed them with a little salt； and applying them to the ear he
secured them firmly with a bandage； assuring him that no other
treatment would be required； and so it proved。
CHAPTER XII
OF WHAT A GOATHERD RELATED TO THOSE WITH DON QUIXOTE
JUST then another young man； one of those who fetched their
provisions from the village； came up and said； 〃Do you know what is
going on in the village； comrades？〃
〃How could we know it？〃 replied one of them。
〃Well； then； you must know；〃 continued the young man； 〃this
morning that famous student…shepherd called Chrysostom died； and it is
rumoured that he died of love for that devil of a village girl the
daughter of Guillermo the Rich； she that wanders about the wolds
here in the dress of a shepherdess。〃
〃You mean Marcela？〃 said one。
〃Her I mean；〃 answered the goatherd； 〃and the best of it is； he
has directed in his will that he is to be buried in the fields like
a Moor； and at the foot of the rock where the Cork…tree spring is；
because； as the story goes （and they say he himself said so）； that was
the place where he first saw her。 And he has also left other
directions which the clergy of the village say should not and must not
be obeyed because they savour of paganism。 To all which his great
friend Ambrosio the student； he who； like him； also went dressed as
a shepherd； replies that everything must be done without any
omission according to the directions left by Chrysostom； and about
this the village is all in commotion； however； report says that； after
all； what Ambrosio and all the shepherds his friends desire will be
done； and to…morrow they are coming to bury him with great ceremony
where I said。 I am sure it will be something worth seeing； at least
I will not fail to go and see it even if I knew I should not return to
the village tomorrow。〃
〃We will do the same；〃 answered the goatherds； 〃and cast lots to see
who must stay to mind the goats of all。〃
〃Thou sayest well； Pedro；〃 said one； 〃though there will be no need
of taking that trouble； for I will stay behind for all； and don't
suppose it is virtue or want of curiosity in me； it is that the
splinter that ran into my foot the other day will not let me walk。〃
〃For all that； we thank thee；〃 answered Pedro。
Don Quixote asked Pedro to tell him who the dead man was and who the
shepherdess； to which Pedro replied that all he knew was that the dead
man was a wealthy gentleman belonging to a village in those mountains；
who had been a student at Salamanca for many years； at the end of
which he returned to his village with the reputation of being very
learned and deeply read。 〃Above all； they said； he was learned i