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&ot;hold your peace, y daughters,&ot; said don ixote; &ot;i know very wellwhat y duty is; help to bed, for i don&039;t feel very well; andrest assured that, knight-errant now or wanderg 射pherd to be, ishall never fail to have a care for your terests, as you will see the end&ot; and the good wenches （for that they undoubtedly were）， thehoekeeper and niece, helped hi to bed, where they gave hithg to eat and ade hi as fortable as possible插pter lxxiv
of how don ixote fell sick, and of the will he ade, and how hedied
as nothg that is an&039;s can last for ever, but all tends everdownwards fro its begng to its end, and above all an&039;s life, andas don ixote&039;s enjoyed no special dispensation fro heaven to stayits urse, its end and close ca when he least looked for it for-whether it was of the dejection the thought of his defeat produced, orof heaven&039;s will that ordered it- a fever settled upon hi and kepthi his bed for six days, durg which he was often visited byhis friends the curate, the bachelor, and the barber, while his goodsire sancho panza never itted his bedside they, persuaded that ias grief at fdg hiself vani射d, and the object of hi射art, the liberation and disen插ntnt of dulcea, unattaed, thatkept hi this state, strove by all the ans their power tocheer hi up; the bachelor biddg hi take heart and t up tobeg his pastoral life, for which he hiself, he said, had alreadyposed an eclogue that would take the she out of all sannazaro hadever writte
