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An account of rich Camacho's wedding, and what befell poor Basil.
Scarce had the fair Aurora given place to the refulgent ruler of the day, and given him time, with the heat of his prevailing rays, to dry the liquid pearls on his golden locks, when Don Quixote, shaking off sluggish sleep from his drowsy limbs, arose and called [Pg 240] his squire: but finding him still snoring, "O thou most happy mortal upon earth," said he, "how sweet is thy repose; envied by none, and envying no man's greatness, secure thou sleepest, thy soul composed and calm; no power of magic persecutes thee, nor are thy thoughts affrighted by enchantments! Sleep on, sleep on, a hundred times sleep on. Those jealous cares that break a lover's heart, do not extend to thee; neither the dread of craving creditors, nor the dismal foresight of inevitable want, or care of finding bread for a helpless family, keep thee waking. Ambition does not make thee uneasy, the pomp and vanity of this world do not perplex thy mind; for all thy care's extent reaches but to thy ass. Thy person and thy welfare thou hast committed to my charge, a burden imposed on masters by nature and custom, to weigh and counterpoise the offices of servants. Which is the greatest slave? The servant's business is performed by a few manual duties, which only reconcile him more to rest, and make him sleep more sound; while the anxious master has not leisure to close his eyes, but must labour day and night to make provision for the subsistence of his servant; not only in time of abundance, but even when the Heavens deny those kindly showers that must supply this want."
To all this fine expostulation Sancho answered not a word;
but slept on, and was not to be waked by his master's calling
or otherwise, till he pricked him with the sharp end of his lance.
At length opening his eyelids half way, and rubbing them, after
he had gaped and yawned and stretched his drowsy limbs, he
looked about him; and snuffing up his nose, "I am much mistaken,"
quoth he, "if from this same arbour there comes not a
pure steam of a good rasher, that comforts my nostrils more than
all the herbs and rushes hereabouts. And truly, a wedding that
begins so savourily must be a dainty one." "Away, cormorant,"
said Don Quixote; "rouse and let us go see it, and learn how it
fares with the disdained Basil." "Fare!" quoth Sancho; "why,
if he be poor, he must e'en be so still, and not think to marry
Quiteria. It is a pretty fancy for a fellow who has not a cross,
to run madding after what is meat for his betters. I will lay my
neck that Camacho covers this same Basil from head to foot with
white sixpences, and will spend more at a breakfast than the
other is worth, and be never the worse. And do you think that
Madame Quiteria will quit her fine rich gowns and petticoats, her
necklaces of pearl, her jewels, her finery and (...)
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