"So I say too," replied Sancho; "and I suspect in that legend or

history of us that the bachelor Samson Carrasco told us he saw, my

honour goes dragged in the dirt, knocked about, up and down,

sweeping the streets, as they say. And yet, on the faith of an

honest man, I never spoke ill of any enchanter, and I am not so well

off that I am to be envied; to be sure, I am rather sly, and I have

a certain spice of the rogue in me; but all is covered by the great

cloak of my simplicity, always natural and never acted; and if I had