To all this Sancho listened with no little sorrow at heart to see how his hopes of dignity were fading away and vanishing in smoke, and how the fair Princess Micomicona had turned into Dorothea, and the giant into Don Fernando, while his master was sleeping tranquilly, totally unconscious of all that had come to pass.
Todo esto escuchaba Sancho, no con poco dolor de su ánima, viendo que se le desparecían e iban en humo las esperanzas de su ditado, y que la linda princesa Micomicona se le había vuelto en Dorotea, y el gigante en don Fernando, y su amo se estaba durmiendo a sueño suelto, bien descuidado de todo lo sucedido.