| Back | "By my faith, brother," said he of the Grove, "my stomach is not made for thistles, or wild pears, or roots of the woods; let our masters do as they like, with their chivalry notions and laws, and eat what those enjoin; I carry my prog-basket and this bota hanging to the saddle-bow, whatever they may say; and it is such an object of worship with me, and I love it so, that there is hardly a moment but I am kissing and embracing it over and over again;" and so saying he thrust it into Sancho's hands, who raising it aloft pointed to his mouth, gazed at the stars for a quarter of an hour; and when he had done drinking let his head fall on one side, and giving a deep sigh, exclaimed, "Ah, whoreson rogue, how catholic it is!" |
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| Front | Fiambreras traigo, y esta bota colgando del arzón de la silla, por sí o por no; y es tan devota mía y quiérola tanto, que pocos ratos se pasan sin que la dé mil besos y mil abrazos. Y, diciendo esto, se la puso en las manos a Sancho, el cual, empinándola, puesta a la boca, estuvo mirando las estrellas un cuarto de hora, y, en acabando de beber, dejó caer la cabeza a un lado, y, dando un gran suspiro, dijo: -¡Oh hideputa bellaco, y cómo es católico! |
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