"For that excellence alone," said Don Quixote at this, "the youth

deserves to marry, not merely the fair Quiteria, but Queen Guinevere

herself, were she alive now, in spite of Launcelot and all who would try

to prevent it."

"Say that to my wife," said Sancho, who had until now listened in

silence, "for she won't hear of anything but each one marrying his equal,

holding with the proverb 'each ewe to her like.' What I would like is

that this good Basilio (for I am beginning to take a fancy to him

already) should marry this lady Quiteria; and a blessing and good luck--I

meant to say the opposite--on people who would prevent those who love one

another from marrying."

"If all those who love one another were to marry," said Don Quixote, "it

would deprive parents of the right to choose, and marry their children to

the proper person and at the proper time; and if it was left to daughters

to choose husbands as they pleased, one would be for choosing her

father's servant, and another, some one she has seen passing in the

street and fancies gallant and dashing, though he may be a drunken bully;

for love and fancy easily blind the eyes of the judgment, so much wanted

in choosing one's way of life; and the matrimonial choice is very liable

to error, and it needs great caution and the special favour of heaven to

make it a good one. He who has to make a long journey, will, if he is

wise, look out for some trusty and pleasant companion to accompany him

before he sets out. Why, then, should not he do the same who has to make

the whole journey of life down to the final halting-place of death, more

especially when the companion has to be his companion in bed, at board,

and everywhere, as the wife is to her husband? The companionship of one's

wife is no article of merchandise, that, after it has been bought, may be

returned, or bartered, or changed; for it is an inseparable accident that

lasts as long as life lasts; it is a noose that, once you put it round

your neck, turns into a Gordian knot, which, if the scythe of Death does

not cut it, there is no untying. I could say a great deal more on this

subject, were I not prevented by the anxiety I feel to know if the senor

licentiate has anything more to tell about the story of Basilio."

To this the student, bachelor, or, as Don Quixote called him, licentiate,

replied, "I have nothing whatever to say further, but that from the

moment Basilio learned that the fair Quiteria was to be married to

Camacho the rich, he has never been seen to smile, or heard to utter

rational word, and he always goes about moody and dejected, talking to

himself in a way that shows plainly he is out of his senses. He eats

little and sleeps little, and all he eats is fruit, and when he sleeps,

if he sleeps at all, it is in the field on the hard earth like a brute

beast. Sometimes he gazes at the sky, at other times he fixes his eyes on

the earth in such an abstracted way that he might be taken for a clothed

statue, with its drapery stirred by the wind. In short, he shows such

signs of a heart crushed by suffering, that all we who know him believe

that when to-morrow the fair Quiteria says 'yes,' it will be his sentence

of death."




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