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CHAP. IV.
How Sancho Panca satisfies the Bachelor Samson Carrasco's doubts and demands, with other Accidents worthy to be knowne and related.
SANCHO came back to Don-Quixotes house, and turning to his former discourse said, Touching what Master Samson desired to know; who, how, and when mine Asse was stolne: By way of answere, I say; that the very same night wee fled from the hue and cry, we entred Sierra Morena, after the unfortunate Adven∣ture of the Gally-slaves & the dead-man that was carrying to Se∣govia, my Master and I got us into a thicket, where hee leaning upon his Launce, and I upon my Dapple, both of us well bruized and wearied with the former skermishes, we fell to sleep as soundly, as if we had been upon some fether beds, especially I, that slept so soundly, that he, whosoever he was, might easily come and put me upon foure Stakes, which he had fastned upon both sides of my pack-saddle, upon which he left me thus mounted, and without perceiving it, got my Dapple from under me.
This was easie to bee done, and no strange accident; for wee read that the same happened to Sacripant, when being at the siege of Albraca, that famous Theefe Brunel••, with the self same slight got his horse from under his legs. Sancho proceeds: It was light day (said hee) when I had scarce stretched my self, but the stakes failed, and I got a good squelch upon the ground: then I looked for mine Asse, but not finding him, the tears came to mine eyes, and I made such strange moan, that if the Authour of our History omitted it, let him bee assured hee forgot a worthy passage. I know not how long after, comming with my Lady the Princesse Micomicona, I knew mine Asse, and that hee who rode on him in the habit of a Gipson was that Gines de Passamonte, that Cheater, that arrant Mischief-monger that my Master and I freed from the Chaine.
The errour was not in this (said Samson) but that before there was any news of your Asse, the Authour still said, you were mounted upon the self-same Dapple. I know not what to say to that (quoth Sancho) but that either the Historian was deceived, or else it was the carelesnesse of the Printer. Without doubt (saith Samson) 'twas like to bee so: But what became of the Pistolets? Were they sp••nt?
I spent them upon my self (quoth Sancho) and on my Wife and Children, and they have been the cause that shee hath indured my Journies and Careers, which I have fetche in my Master Don-Quixotes service; for if I should have returned emptie, and with∣out mine Asse, I should have been welcommed with a pox: And if you will know any more of me, here I am that will answer the King himself in person and let no body intermeddle to know whether I brought, or whether I brought not; whether I spent or spent not; for if the blows that I have had in these Voyages were to bee paid in money, though every one of them were taxed but at three farthings a peece, an hundred Pistolets more would not pay me the half of them; and let every man look to himself, and not take white for black, and black for white; for every man is as God hath made him, and sometimes a great deale worse:
Let me alone (quoth Carrasco) for accusing the Authour of the History, that if hee Print it again, hee shall not forget what Sancho hath said, which sh••ll make it twice as good as it was. Is there ought else, Sir Bachelour (said Don-Quixote) to bee mended in this Legend? Yes marry is there (said hee) but nothing so important as what hath been mentioned. Perhaps the Authour promiseth a second part (quoth Don-Quixote?)