Don Quixote - Part II - Page 65/129

OF THE STRANGE ADVENTURE WHICH BEFELL THE VALIANT DON QUIXOTE WITH THE

BOLD KNIGHT OF THE MIRRORS

The night succeeding the day of the encounter with Death, Don Quixote and

his squire passed under some tall shady trees, and Don Quixote at

Sancho's persuasion ate a little from the store carried by Dapple, and

over their supper Sancho said to his master, "Senor, what a fool I should

have looked if I had chosen for my reward the spoils of the first

adventure your worship achieved, instead of the foals of the three mares.

After all, 'a sparrow in the hand is better than a vulture on the wing.'"

"At the same time, Sancho," replied Don Quixote, "if thou hadst let me

attack them as I wanted, at the very least the emperor's gold crown and

Cupid's painted wings would have fallen to thee as spoils, for I should

have taken them by force and given them into thy hands."

"The sceptres and crowns of those play-actor emperors," said Sancho,

"were never yet pure gold, but only brass foil or tin."

"That is true," said Don Quixote, "for it would not be right that the

accessories of the drama should be real, instead of being mere fictions

and semblances, like the drama itself; towards which, Sancho-and, as a

necessary consequence, towards those who represent and produce it--I

would that thou wert favourably disposed, for they are all instruments of

great good to the State, placing before us at every step a mirror in

which we may see vividly displayed what goes on in human life; nor is

there any similitude that shows us more faithfully what we are and ought

to be than the play and the players. Come, tell me, hast thou not seen a

play acted in which kings, emperors, pontiffs, knights, ladies, and

divers other personages were introduced? One plays the villain, another

the knave, this one the merchant, that the soldier, one the sharp-witted

fool, another the foolish lover; and when the play is over, and they have

put off the dresses they wore in it, all the actors become equal."

"Yes, I have seen that," said Sancho.

"Well then," said Don Quixote, "the same thing happens in the comedy and

life of this world, where some play emperors, others popes, and, in

short, all the characters that can be brought into a play; but when it is

over, that is to say when life ends, death strips them all of the

garments that distinguish one from the other, and all are equal in the

grave."

"A fine comparison!" said Sancho; "though not so new but that I have

heard it many and many a time, as well as that other one of the game of

chess; how, so long as the game lasts, each piece has its own particular

office, and when the game is finished they are all mixed, jumbled up and

shaken together, and stowed away in the bag, which is much like ending

life in the grave."