CHAP. IX.
Which treates of many rare Successes befaln in the Inne.
WHIL'ST they discoursed thus, the In-keeper, who stood all the while at the dore, said, Here comes a faire troope of Guests, and if they will here alight, wee may sing Gaudeamus. What folke is it, quoth Cardenio? Foure men on Horseback quoth the Hoast, and ride Gennet-wise, with Lances and Targets, and Maskes on their faces; and with them comes likewise a woman apparelled in white, in a side-Saddle, and her face also masked, and two Lacquies that run with them a foote. Are they neere quoth the Curate? So neere replyed the Inn∣keeper, as they doe now arive. Dorotea hearing him say so, covered her face, and Car∣denio entred into Don-Quixotes chamber; and scarce had they leisure to doe it, when the others of whom the Oast spake, entred into the Inne, and the foure Horsemen a∣lighting, which were all of very comely and gallant disposition; they went to helpe downe the Lady that rode in the side-Saddle, and one of them taking her downe in his armes did seat her in a chair that stood at the Chamber door, into which Cardenio had entred: and all this while neither shee nor they took off their Ma••ks, or spake a word, only the Gentlewoman at her sitting down in the chair breathed forth a very deep sigh, and let fall her armes like a sick and dismayed person: The Lacquies carried away their Horses to the Stable. Master Curate seeing and nothing all this, and curious to know what they were that came to the Inn in so unwonted an attire, and kept such profound silence therein, went to the Lacquies and demanded of one of them that which hee desired to know, Who answered, In good faith Sir, I cannot tell you what folk this is; only this I know, that they seem to bee very Noble, but chiefly hee that went and took down the Lady in his armes that you see there; and this I say, because all the others doe respect him very much, and nothing is done but what hee ordains and com∣mands. And the Lady, what is shee quoth the Curate? I can as hardly informe you, quoth the Lacquie; for I have not once seen her face in all this Journey; yet I have heard her often groan and breath out so profound sighs, as it seems shee would give up the ghost at every one of them: And it is no marvell, that wee should know no more then wee have said; for my Companion and my self have been in their companie but two dayes; for they incountred us on the way, and prayed and perswaded us to goe with them unto Andalusia, promising that they would recompence our pains largely. And hast thou heard them name one another, said the Curate? No truely, answered the Lacquie; for they all travail with such silence, as it is a wonder: for you shall not hear a word among, but the sighs and throbs of the poor Ladie, which doe move in us very great compassion: And we doe questionlesse perswade our selves that shee is forced wheresoever shee goes: and as it may bee collected by her attire, shee is a Nunne, or, as is most probable, goes to bee one; and perhaps shee goeth so sorrowfull as it seems,