Your worship’s servant

Sancho Panza the Governor.

The pressure of business is so great upon me that I have no time to scratch my head or even to cut my nails; and I have them so long⁠—God send a remedy for it. I say this, master of my soul, that you may not be surprised if I have not until now sent you word of how I fare, well or ill, in this government, in which I am suffering more hunger than when we two were wandering through the woods and wastes.