In short, in his ardour he mentioned every little thing, and every implement and engine of war by means of which an assault upon a city is warded off, while the bruised and battered Sancho, who heard and suffered all, was saying to himself, "O if it would only please the Lord to let the island be lost at once, and I could see myself either dead or out of this torture!"
En fin, él nombraba con todo ahínco todas las baratijas e instrumentos y pertrechos de guerra con que suele defenderse el asalto de una ciudad, y el molido Sancho, que lo escuchaba y sufría todo, decía entre sí: -¡Oh, si mi Señor fuese servido que se acabase ya de perder esta ínsula, y me viese yo o muerto o fuera desta grande angustia!