Miguel de Cervantes,
Don Quixote — Volume 2, Chapter XLVII
(1885)
“ The farmer now came in, a well-favoured man that one might see a thousand leagues off was an honest fellow and a good soul. The first thing he said was, "Which is the lord governor here?""Which should it be," said the secretary, "but he who is seated in the chair?""Then I humble myself before him," said the farmer; and going on his knees he asked for his hand, to kiss it. Sancho refused it, and bade him stand up and say what he wanted. The farmer obeyed, and then said, "I am a farmer, senor, a native of Miguelturra, a village two leagues from Ciudad Real." ”
