On this accursed bed Don Quixote stretched himself, and the hostess and her daughter soon covered him with plasters from top to toe, while Maritornes—for that was the name of the Asturian—held the light for them, and while plastering him, the hostess, observing how full of wheals Don Quixote was in some places, remarked that this had more the look of blows than of a fall.
En esta maldita cama se acostó don Quijote, y luego la ventera y su hija le emplastaron de arriba abajo, alumbrándoles Maritornes, que así se llamaba la asturiana; y, como al bizmalle viese la ventera tan acardenalado a partes a don Quijote, dijo que aquello más parecían golpes que caída.