Miguel de Cervantes

Miguel de Cervantes

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Portrait of Miguel de Cervantes Miguel de Cervantes Don Quixote — Volume 2, Chapter LXXIV (1885)

And then, turning to Sancho, he said, "Forgive me, my friend, that I led thee to seem as mad as myself, making thee fall into the same error I myself fell into, that there were and still are knights-errant in the world."
"Ah!" said Sancho weeping, "don't die, master, but take my advice and live many years; for the foolishest thing a man can do in this life is to let himself die without rhyme or reason, without anybody killing him, or any hands but melancholy's making an end of him.
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Portrait of Miguel de Cervantes Miguel de Cervantes Don Quixote — Volume 2, Chapter LXXIV (1885)

Hush, for heaven's sake, be rational and let's have no more nonsense."
"All that nonsense," said Don Quixote, "that until now has been a reality to my hurt, my death will, with heaven's help, turn to my good. I feel, sirs, that I am rapidly drawing near death; a truce to jesting; let me have a confessor to confess me, and a notary to make my will; for in extremities like this, man must not trifle with his soul; and while the curate is confessing me let some one, I beg, go for the notary."
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Portrait of Miguel de Cervantes Miguel de Cervantes Don Quixote — Volume 2, Chapter LXXIV (1885)

Of how Don Quixote fell sick, and of the will he made, and how he died As nothing that is man's can last for ever, but all tends ever downwards from its beginning to its end, and above all man's life, and as Don Quixote's enjoyed no special dispensation from heaven to stay its course, its end and close came when he least looked for it.
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