“Not a hand, my own or anybody else’s, weighty or weighable, shall touch me,” said Sancho. “Was it I that gave birth to the lady Dulcinea del Toboso, that my backside is to pay for the sins of her eyes? My master, indeed, that’s a part of her⁠—for, he’s always calling her ‘my life’ and ‘my soul,’ and his stay and prop⁠—may and ought to whip himself for her and take all the trouble required for her disenchantment. But for me to whip myself! Abernuncio!” 740