Beoff，youscoundrel！Lettheboltfall。WhyshouldIgolookingforthreefeetonacat，topleaseanotherman；andwhatismore，whenlookingforDulcineawillbelookingforMaricainRavena，orthebachelorinSalamanca？Thedevil，thedevilandnobodyelse，hasmixedmeupinthisbusiness！”
SuchwasthesoliloquySanchoheldwithhimself，andalltheconclusionhecouldcometowastosaytohimselfagain，“Well，there\'sremedyforeverythingexceptdeath，underwhoseyokewehavealltopass，whetherwelikeitornot，whenlife\'sfinished。Ihaveseenbyathousandsignsthatthismasterofmineisamadmanfittobetied，andforthatmatter，Itoo，amnotbehindhim；forI\'magreaterfoolthanheiswhenIfollowhimandservehim，ifthere\'sanytruthintheproverbthatsays，\'Tellmewhatcompanythoukeepest，andI\'lltelltheewhatthouart，\'orinthatother，\'Notwithwhomthouartbred，butwithwhomthouartfed。\'Wellthen，ifhebemad，asheis，andwithamadnessthatmostlytakesonethingforanother，andwhiteforblack，andblackforwhite，aswasseenwhenhesaidthewindmillsweregiants，andthemonks\'mulesdromedaries，flocksofsheeparmiesofenemies，andmuchmoretothesametune，itwillnotbeveryhardtomakehimbelievethatsomecountrygirl，thefirstIcomeacrosshere，istheladyDulcinea；andifhedoesnotbelieveit，I\'llswearit；andifheshouldswear，I\'llswearagain；
andifhepersistsI\'llpersiststillmore，soas，comewhatmay，tohavemyquoitalwaysoverthepeg。Maybe，byholdingoutinthisway，Imayputastoptohissendingmeonmessagesofthiskindanothertime；ormaybehewillthink，asIsuspecthewill，thatoneofthosewickedenchanters，whohesayshaveaspiteagainsthim，haschangedherformforthesakeofdoinghimanillturnandinjuringhim。“
WiththisreflectionSanchomadehismindeasy，countingthebusinessasgoodassettled，andstayedtheretilltheafternoonsoastomakeDonQuixotethinkhehadtimeenoughtogotoElTobosoandreturn；andthingsturnedoutsoluckilyforhimthatashegotuptomountDapple，hespied，comingfromElTobosotowardsthespotwherehestood，threepeasantgirlsonthreecolts，orfillies-fortheauthordoesnotmakethepointclear，thoughitismorelikelytheywereshe-asses，theusualmountwithvillagegirls；butasitisofnogreatconsequence，weneednotstoptoproveit。
Tobebrief，theinstantSanchosawthepeasantgirls，hereturnedfullspeedtoseekhismaster，andfoundhimsighingandutteringathousandpassionatelamentations。WhenDonQuixotesawhimheexclaimed，“Whatnews，Sancho，myfriend？AmItomarkthisdaywithawhitestoneorablack？”