Man of La Mancha Page #8

but the house itself.

And she yells at me...

"Where's all the gold

and all the jewels...

"you were going to bring back?

"Where's that kingdom

you were going to conquer?"

Well, I kept a dignified

silence, Your Grace...

because there are some

questions you just can't answer.

Like when a man yells, "What

are you doing with my wife?"

That's a question

you just can't answer.

Of course, I hit her back,

Your Grace.

But she's a lot harder

than I am...

and as the saying goes...

"Whether the stone

hits the pitcher...

"or the pitcher

hits the stone...

"it's going to be bad

for the pitcher."

So I've got bruises

from here to...

Oh, I haven't fought

a windmill in a fortnight

And the humble joys

get duller every day

Why, when I'm asleep, a dragon

with his fiery tongue a-waggin'

Whispers, Sancho, won't you

please come out and play?

That's enough!

- What did I do?

- I warned you.

- I didn't do anything. I was...

- Please be quiet.

My friend?

Did Your Grace say something?

You are a fat pudding...

stuffed with proverbs.

Oh, that's very well-known,

Your Grace.

Well, as I was saying...

- Uncle?

- My dear.

Good morning, Father.

Or is it evening?

How do you feel, sir?

I am but well.

Can you speak your name?

Should a man not know his name?

If you would just say it.

Alonso Quijana.

Father?

I am here, beside you.

I wish to make a will.

Yes.

Of course.

- Uncle?

- Forgive me.

L... When I close my eyes,

I see a pale horse...

and I am bid mount him.

No, uncle, you will get well.

Oh, my dear master's worship,

do not die...

but live on many years.

Dying is such a waste

of good health.

Soft and fair, my dear ones.

In last year's nests,

there are no birds this year.

Come closer.

I have dreamed so strangely.

Oh, such dreams.

I... thought

I had declared myself a...

No, I dare not tell you,

lest you think me mad.

- Put them from your mind.

- They are gone.

Nor do I know what they meant.

Father?

Just speak, and I shall write.

I, Alonso Quijana...

with one foot in the stirrup...

and all too ready

for the final ride...

Don't admit anyone.

Do hereby make the following

disposition of my estate.

The bulk I leave to my beloved

niece Antonia Quijana...

with the exception

of certain personal bequests...

which are as follows...

I will allow nobody

into that room!

Get out of the way, you hag!

- What is that, Sanson?

- It's that slut from the inn.

I tried to stop her,

and she threatened to...

Tear your eyes out

if you touch me again, by God!

- Get out!

- Not before I see him!

Let her be.

In my house

there will be courtesy!

Come closer, girl.

What is it you wish?

Don't you know me?

Should I?

I am Aldonza.

I'm so sorry. L... I don't recall

anyone of that name.

Oh, please, My Lord.

Why do you say, "My Lord"?

You are My Lord, Don Quixote.

Don Quixote?

Forgive me.

I am confused by shadows.

It is possible I knew you once.

I do not remember.

This way.

Please try to remember.

Is it so important?

Everything.

My whole life.

You spoke to me.

And everything was... different.

I spoke to you?

And you looked at me...

and you called me

by another name.

Dulcinea.

Dulcinea

Once you found a girl

And called her

Dulcinea

When you spoke the name

An angel seemed to whisper

Dulcinea

Dulcinea

Then perhaps it was not a dream.

You spoke of a dream...

and about the quest.

A quest?

How you must fight?

And it doesn't matter

whether you win or lose...

if only you follow the quest.

What did I say to you?

Tell me the words.

"To dream...

"the impossible dream."

But they are your own words.

"To fight...

"the unbeatable foe."

Don't you remember?

"To bear...

"with unbearable sorrow."

You must remember!

"To run...

"where the brave dare not go."

To right...

the unrightable wrong.

Yes.

To love...

pure and chaste from afar.

Yes.

To try

when your arms are too weary.

To reach the unreachable star.

Thank you, My Lord.

Milady! This is not seemly.

On your knees to me?

- But, My Lord, you're not well.

- Not well?

What is sickness

to the body of a knight-errant?

What matter wounds?

For each time he falls...

he will rise again...

and woe to the wicked!

- Sancho?

- Here, Your Grace!

- My armor, my sword!

- More misadventures!

Adventures, old friend!

Oh, the trumpets of glory

Now call me to rise

Yes, the trumpets

are calling to me

And wherever I ride

Ever staunch at my side

My squire and my lady will be

I am I, Don Quixote

The Lord of La Mancha

Our destiny calls, and we go

And the wild winds of fortune

Will carry us onward

Whithersoever they blow

Whithersoever they blow

Onward to glory we go

Master!

- Master!

- Uncle!

Master.

My Lord.

De profundis clamo ad te

Domine

Domine

Audi vocem meam

Fiant aures tuae intentae

Ad vocem abse creationis meae

Si delictarum memorium

Serva neris

Domine

Domine...

He is dead.

My master is dead.

A man died.

He seemed a good man...

but I did not know him.

But you saw.

Don Quixote's not dead.

Believe, Sancho.

Believe.

Aldonza...

Dulcinea.

Dulcinea.

Under authority of the Holy

Office of the Inquisition...

by reason of certain offenses...

committed against His Majesty's

Most Catholic Church...

the following is summoned

to give answer...

and submit his person

for purification...

if it be so ordered...

Don Miguel de Cervantes.

I am a popular defendant.

Summoned before one court...

before I've quite finished

with another.

Well, what says this jury?

You know, I think I know now

what this contains.

The history of your mad knight.

As much as is written.

Read as well there

as you did here...

and you may not burn.

I have no intention of burning.

Cervantes?

I think Don Quixote...

is brother to Cervantes.

God help us.

We are both men of La Mancha.

For me alone

was Don Quixote born...

and I for him.

I give him to you.

Ready, old friend?

Courage.

To dream the impossible dream...

to fight the unbeatable foe.

To bear with unbearable sorrow

To run

where the brave dare not go

To run

where the brave dare not go

Though the goal

be forever too far

To try

though you're wayworn and weary

To reach the unreachable star

To reach the unreachable star

Though you know

it's impossibly high

To live with your heart

striving upward

To a far

Unattainable

Star

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