before some other Disgrace happen, like that of Rozinante to the Ass.
Even there lurks the Devil, quoth Sancho; and so breadline thirty Sobs, and threescore Sighs, and a hundred and twenty Discontents and Execrations against him, that had brought him there, he arose, remaining bended in the midst of the way, like unto a Turkish Bow, without being able to address himself and notwithstanding all this Difficulty, he harness'd his Ass (who had been also somewhat distracted, by the overmuch Liberty of that Day) and after he hoisted up Rozinante, who, were he endued with a Tongue to complain, would certainly have born his Lord and Sancho company. In the end, Sancho laid Don Quixote on the Ass, and ty'd Rozinante unto him, and leading the Ass by the Halter, travel'd that way which he deem'd might conduct him, soonest towards the Highway; and Fortune, which guided his Affairs from good to better, after he had traveled a little League, discover'd it unto him, near unto which he saw an Inn, which in despite of him, and for Don Quixote's Pleasure, must needs be a Castle. Sancho contended, that it was an Inn; and his Lord, that it was not; and their Controversy endur'd so long, as they had Leisure, before they could decide it, to arrive at their Lodging, into which Sancho without farther verifying of the Dispute, enter'd with all his Loading.
Chap. II.
Of that which happen'd unto the ingenious Knight within the Inn, which he suppos'd to be a Castle.
The Inn-keeper seeing Don Quixote laid over-thwart upon the Ass, demanded of Sancho what Disease he had: Sancho answer'd, That is was nothing but a Fall down from a Rock, and that his Ribs were thereby somewhat bruised. This Inn-keeper had a
