THE GOVERNOR IN A RAGE.

The history relates that Sancho Panza was conducted from the court of

justice to a sumptuous palace, where in a great hall he found a

magnificent entertainment prepared. He had no sooner entered than his

ears were saluted by the sound of many instruments, and four pages

served him with water to wash his hands, which the governor received

with becoming gravity. The music having ceased, Sancho now sat down to

dinner in a chair of state placed at the upper end of the table, for

there was but one seat and only one plate and napkin. A personage, who,

as it afterwards appeared, was a physician, took his stand at one side

of his chair with a whalebone rod in his hand. They then removed the

beautiful white cloth, which covered a variety of fruits and other

eatables. Grace was said by one in a student's dress, and a laced bib

was placed by a page under Sancho's chin. Another, who performed the

office of sewer, now set a plate of fruit before him; but he had

scarcely tasted it, when, on being touched by the wand-bearer, it was

snatched away, and another containing meat instantly supplied its place.

Yet before Sancho could make a beginning it vanished, like the former,

on a signal of the wand.

The governor was surprised at this proceeding, and looking around him,

asked if this dinner was only to show off their sleight of hand.

"My lord," said the wand-bearer, "your lordship's food must here be

watched with the same care as is customary with the governors of other

islands. I am a doctor of physic, sir, and my duty, for which I receive

a salary, is to watch over the governor's health, whereof I am more

careful than of my own. I study his constitution night and day, that I

may know how to restore him when sick; and therefore think it incumbent

on me to pay especial regard to his meals, at which I constantly

preside, to see that he eats what is good and salutary, and prevent his

touching whatever I imagine may be prejudicial to his health or

offensive to his stomach. It was for that reason, my lord," continued

he, "I ordered the dish of fruit to be taken away, as being too watery,

and that other dish, as being too hot and over-seasoned with spices,

which are apt to provoke thirst; and he that drinks much destroys and

consumes the radical moisture, which is the fuel of life."

"Well, then," quoth Sancho, "that plate of roasted partridges, which

seem to me to be very well seasoned, I suppose will do me no manner of

harm?"

"Hold," said the doctor, "my lord governor shall not eat them while I

live to prevent it."

"Pray, why not?" quoth Sancho.

"Because," answered the doctor, "our great master Hippocrates, the north

star and luminary of medicine, says in one of his aphorisms, _Omnis

saturatio mala, perdicis autem pessima_; which means, 'All repletion is

bad, but that from partridges the worst.'"

"If it be so," quoth Sancho, "pray cast your eye, signor doctor, over

all these dishes here on the table, and see which will do me the most

good or the least harm, and let me eat of it without whisking it away

with your conjuring-stick; for, by my soul, and as Heaven shall give me

life to enjoy this government, I am dying with hunger; and to deny me

food--let signor doctor say what he will--is not the way to lengthen my

life, but to cut it short."

"Your worship is in the right, my lord governor," answered the

physician, "and therefore I am of opinion you should not eat of these

stewed rabbits, as being a food that is tough and acute; of that veal,

indeed, you might have taken a little, had it been neither roasted nor

stewed; but as it is, not a morsel."

"What think you, then," said Sancho, "of that huge dish there, smoking

hot, which I take to be an olla-podrida?--for, among the many things

contained in it, I surely may light upon something both wholesome and

toothsome."

"_Absit!_" quoth the doctor, "far be such a thought from us.

Olla-podrida! there is no worse dish in the world. Leave them to

prebends and rectors of colleges or lusty feeders at country weddings;

but let them not be seen on the tables of governors, where nothing

contrary to health and delicacy should be tolerated. Simple medicines

are always more estimable and safe, for in them there can be no mistake,

whereas in such as are compounded all is hazard and uncertainty.

Therefore, what I would at present advise my lord governor to eat, in

order to corroborate and preserve his health, is about a hundred small

rolled-up wafers, with some thin slices of marmalade, that may sit upon

the stomach and help digestion."

Sancho, hearing this, threw himself backward in his chair, and looking

at the doctor from head to foot very seriously, asked him his name and

where he had studied. To which he answered, "My lord governor, my name

is Doctor Pedro Rezio de Aguero; I am a native of a place called

Tirteafuera, lying between Caraquel and Almoddobar del Campo, on the

right hand, and I have taken my doctor's degrees in the university of

Ossuna."

"Then, hark you," said Sancho in a rage, "Signor Doctor Pedro Rezzio de

Aguero, native of Tirteafuera, lying on the right hand as we go from

Caraquel to Almoddobar del Campo, graduate in Ossuna, get out of my

sight this instant, or, by the light of Heaven, I will take a cudgel,

and, beginning with your carcass, will so belabor all the physic-mongers

in the island, that not one of the tribe shall be left!--I mean of those

like yourself, who are ignorant quacks. For those who are learned and

wise I shall make much of and honor as so many angels. I say again,

Signor Pedro Rezio, begone, or I shall take the chair I sit on and comb

your head to some tune; and if I am called to an account for it when I

give up my office, I shall prove that I have done a good service in

ridding the world of a bad physician, who is a public executioner. Body

of me! give me something to eat, or let them take back their

government,--for an office that will not find a man in victuals is not

worth two beans."

On seeing the governor in such a fury the doctor would have fled out in

the hall had not the sound of a courier's horn at that instant been

heard in the street. "A courier from my lord duke," said the sewer (who

had looked out of the window), "and he must certainly have brought

despatches of importance."

The courier entered hastily, foaming with sweat and in great agitation,

and pulling a packet out of his bosom, he delivered it into the

governor's hands, and by him it was given to the steward, telling him to

read the superscription, which was this: "To Don Sancho Panza, Governor

of the Island of Barataria. To be delivered only to himself or to his

secretary."

"Who is my secretary?" said Sancho.

"It is I, my lord," answered one who was present, "for I can read and

write, and am, besides, a Biscayan."

"With that addition," quoth Sancho, "you may very well be secretary to

the emperor himself. Open the packet and see what it holds."

The new secretary did so, and having run his eye over the contents, he

said it was a business which required privacy. Accordingly, Sancho

commanded all to retire excepting the steward and sewer; and when the

hall was cleared, the secretary read the following letter:--

"It has just come to my knowledge, Signor Don Panza, that certain

enemies of mine intend very soon to make a desperate attack, by night,

upon the island under your command; it is necessary, therefore, to be

vigilant and alert, that you may not be taken by surprise. I have also

received intelligence from trusty spies, that four persons in disguise

are now in your town, sent thither by the enemy, who, fearful of your

great talents, have a design upon your life. Keep a strict watch, be

careful who are admitted to you, and eat nothing sent you as a present.

I will not fail to send you assistance if you are in want of it.

Whatever may be attempted, I have full reliance on your activity and

judgment.

"Your friend,

"THE DUKE.

"From this place, the 16th of August, at four in the morning."

Sancho was astonished at this information, and the others appeared to be

no less so. At length, turning to the steward, "I will tell you," said

he, "the first thing to be done, which is to clap Doctor Rezio into a

dungeon; for if anybody has a design to kill me, it is he, and that by

the most lingering and the worst of all deaths,--starvation."

"Be that as it may," said the steward, "it is my opinion your honor

would do well to eat none of the meat here upon the table, for it was

presented by some nuns, and it is a saying, 'The devil lurks behind the

cross.'"

"You are in the right," quoth Sancho, "and for the present give me only

a piece of bread and some four pounds of grapes,--there can be no poison

in them,--for, in truth, I cannot live without food, and if we must keep

in readiness for these battles that threaten us, it is fit that we

should be well fed, for the stomach upholds the heart and the heart the

man. Do you, Mr. Secretary, answer the letter of my lord duke, and tell

him his commands shall be obeyed throughout most faithfully; and present

my dutiful respects to my lady duchess, and beg her not to forget to

send a special messenger with my letter and bundle to my wife Teresa

Panza, which I shall take as a particular favor, and will be her humble

servant to the utmost of my power. And, by the way, you may put in my

hearty service to my master, Don Quixote de la Mancha, that he may see

that I am neither forgetful nor ungrateful; and as to the rest, I leave

it to you, as a good secretary and a true Biscayan, to add whatever you

please, or that may turn to the best account. Now away with this cloth,

and bring me something that may be eaten, and then let these spies,

murderers, and enchanters see how they meddle with me or my island."

A page now entered, saying, "Here is a countryman who would speak with

your lordship on business, as he says, of great importance."

"It is very strange," quoth Saneho, "that these men of business should

be so silly as not to see that this is not a time for such matters.

What! we who govern and belike are not made of flesh and bone like

other men! We are made of marble-stone, forsooth, and have no need of

rest or refreshment! Before Heaven and upon my conscience, if my

government lasts, as I have a glimmering it will not, I shall hamper

more than one of these men of business! Well, for this once, tell the

fellow to come in; but first see that he is no spy, nor one of my

murderers."

"He looks, my lord," answered the page, "like a simple fellow, and I am

much mistaken if he be not as harmless as a crust of bread."

"Your worship need not fear," quoth the steward, "since we are with

you."

"But now that Doctor Pedro Rezio is gone," quoth Sancho, "may I not have

something to eat of substance and weight, though it were but a luncheon

of bread and an onion?"

"At night your honor shall have no cause to complain," quoth the sewer;

"supper shall make up for the want of dinner."

"Heaven grant it may," replied Sancho.

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