“O harder thou than marble to my plaint;

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“or at least believed to be dead by all who saw me; and had it not been that Love, taking pity on me, let my recovery rest upon the sufferings of this good squire, there I should have remained in the other world.”

“Love might very well have let it rest upon the sufferings of my ass, and I should have been obliged to him,” said Sancho. “But tell me, señora⁠—and may heaven send you a tenderer lover than my master⁠—what did you see in the other world? What goes on in hell? For of course that’s where one who dies in despair is bound for.”