Nature sent me into the world to be hers and no other's; Altisidora may weep or sing, the lady for whose sake they belaboured me in the castle of the enchanted Moor may give way to despair, but I must be Dulcinea's, boiled or roast, pure, courteous, and chaste, in spite of all the magic-working powers on earth."
Llore o cante Altisidora; desespérese Madama, por quien me aporrearon en el castillo del moro encantado, que yo tengo de ser de Dulcinea, cocido o asado, limpio, bien criado y honesto, a pesar de todas las potestades hechiceras de la tierra.