At the sound of his piteous cry and of the stroke of the cruel lash, Don Quixote ran to him at once, and seizing the twisted halter that served him for a courbash, said to him, "Heaven forbid, Sancho my friend, that to please me thou shouldst lose thy life, which is needed for the support of thy wife and children; let Dulcinea wait for a better opportunity, and I will content myself with a hope soon to be realised, and have patience until thou hast gained fresh strength so as to finish off this business to the satisfaction of everybody."
Acudió don Quijote luego al son de la lastimada voz y del golpe del riguroso azote, y, asiendo del torcido cabestro que le servía de corbacho a Sancho, le dijo: -No permita la suerte, Sancho amigo, que por el gusto mío pierdas tú la vida, que ha de servir para sustentar a tu mujer y a tus hijos: espere Dulcinea mejor coyuntura, que yo me contendré en los límites de la esperanza propincua, y esperaré que cobres fuerzas nuevas, para que se concluya este negocio a gusto de todos.