"There is no need of threats with me," said Sancho, "for I am not a man to rob or murder anybody; let his own fate, or God who made him, kill each one; my master is engaged very much to his taste doing penance in the midst of these mountains;" and then, offhand and without stopping, he told them how he had left him, what adventures had befallen him, and how he was carrying a letter to the lady Dulcinea del Toboso, the daughter of Lorenzo Corchuelo, with whom he was over head and ears in love.
-No hay para qué conmigo amenazas, que yo no soy hombre que robo ni mato a nadie: a cada uno mate su ventura, o Dios, que le hizo. Mi amo queda haciendo penitencia en la mitad desta montaña, muy a su sabor.