Beneath the stone before your eyes
The body of a lover lies;
In life he was a shepherd swain,
In death a victim to disdain.
Ungrateful, cruel, coy, and fair,
Was she that drove him to despair,
And Love hath made her his ally
For spreading wide his tyranny.
They then strewed upon the grave a profusion of flowers
and branches, and all expressing their condolence
with his friend ambrosio, took their Vivaldo and his
companion did the same; and Don Quixote bade farewell
to his hosts and to the travellers, who pressed him
to come with them to Seville, as being such a convenient
place for finding adventures, for they presented themselves
in every street and round every corner oftener than
anywhere else. Don Quixote thanked them for their
advice and for the disposition they showed to do him
a favour, and said that for the present he would not,
and must not go to Seville until he had cleared all
these mountains of highwaymen and robbers, of whom
report said they were full. Seeing his good intention,
the travellers were unwilling to press him further,
and once more bidding him farewell, they left him and
pursued their journey, in the course of which they
did not fail to discuss the story of Marcela and Chrysostom
as well as the madness of Don Quixote. He, on
his part, resolved to go in quest of the shepherdess
Marcela, and make offer to her of all the service
he could render her; but things did not fall out with
him as he expected, according to what is related in
the course of this veracious history, of which the
Second Part ends here.
CHAPTER XV.
IN WHICH IS RELATED THE UNFORTUNATE ADVENTURE THAT DON QUIXOTE FELL IN
WITH WHEN HE FELL OUT WITH CERTAIN HEARTLESS YANGUESANS
The sage Cide Hamete Benengeli relates that as soon
as Don Quixote took leave of his hosts and all who
had been present at the burial of Chrysostom, he and
his squire passed into the same wood which they had
seen the shepherdess Marcela enter, and after having
wandered for more than two hours in all directions
in search of her without finding her, they came to
a halt in a glade covered with tender grass, beside
which ran a pleasant cool stream that invited and
compelled them to pass there the hours of the noontide
heat, which by this time was beginning to come on
oppressively. Don Quixote and Sancho dismounted,
and turning Rocinante and the ass loose to feed on
the grass that was there in abundance, they ransacked
the alforjas, and without any ceremony very peacefully
and sociably master and man made their repast on what
they found in them.
