“I neither say nor think so,” said Sancho; “let them look to it; with their bread let them eat it; 257 they have rendered account to God whether they misbehaved or not; I come from my vineyard, I know nothing; 258 I am not fond of prying into other men’s lives; he who buys and lies feels it in his purse; 259 moreover, naked was I born, naked I find myself, I neither lose nor gain; 260 but if they did, what is that to me? many think there are flitches where there are no hooks; 261 but who can put gates to the open plain? 262 moreover they said of God⁠—”