"That is what I say," said Sancho; "there was no occasion for minding the words of a madman; for if good luck had not helped your worship, and he had sent that stone at your head instead of at your breast, a fine way we should have been in for standing up for my lady yonder, God confound her!
-Eso digo yo -dijo Sancho-: que no había para qué hacer cuenta de las palabras de un loco, porque si la buena suerte no ayudara a vuestra merced y encaminara el guijarro a la cabeza, como le encaminó al pecho, buenos quedáramos por haber vuelto por aquella mi señora, que Dios cohonda.