"Still I wonder," said Sancho, "that your worship did not get upon the old fellow and bruise every bone of him with kicks, and pluck his beard until you didn't leave a hair in it."
-Y aun me maravillo yo -dijo Sancho- de cómo vuestra merced no se subió sobre el vejote, y le molió a coces todos los huesos, y le peló las barbas, sin dejarle pelo en ellas.