Don Quixote - Part I

Anselmo, hidden behind some tapestries where he had concealed himself,

beheld and was amazed at all, and already felt that what he had seen and

heard was a sufficient answer to even greater suspicions; and he would

have been now well pleased if the proof afforded by Lothario's coming

were dispensed with, as he feared some sudden mishap; but as he was on

the point of showing himself and coming forth to embrace and undeceive

his wife he paused as he saw Leonela returning, leading Lothario. Camilla

when she saw him, drawing a long line in front of her on the floor with

the dagger, said to him, "Lothario, pay attention to what I say to thee:

if by any chance thou darest to cross this line thou seest, or even

approach it, the instant I see thee attempt it that same instant will I

pierce my bosom with this dagger that I hold in my hand; and before thou

answerest me a word desire thee to listen to a few from me, and

afterwards thou shalt reply as may please thee. First, I desire thee to

tell me, Lothario, if thou knowest my husband Anselmo, and in what light

thou regardest him; and secondly I desire to know if thou knowest me too.

Answer me this, without embarrassment or reflecting deeply what thou wilt

answer, for they are no riddles I put to thee."

Lothario was not so dull but that from the first moment when Camilla

directed him to make Anselmo hide himself he understood what she intended

to do, and therefore he fell in with her idea so readily and promptly

that between them they made the imposture look more true than truth; so

he answered her thus: "I did not think, fair Camilla, that thou wert

calling me to ask questions so remote from the object with which I come;

but if it is to defer the promised reward thou art doing so, thou mightst

have put it off still longer, for the longing for happiness gives the

more distress the nearer comes the hope of gaining it; but lest thou

shouldst say that I do not answer thy questions, I say that I know thy

husband Anselmo, and that we have known each other from our earliest

years; I will not speak of what thou too knowest, of our friendship, that

I may not compel myself to testify against the wrong that love, the

mighty excuse for greater errors, makes me inflict upon him. Thee I know

and hold in the same estimation as he does, for were it not so I had not

for a lesser prize acted in opposition to what I owe to my station and

the holy laws of true friendship, now broken and violated by me through

that powerful enemy, love."