And though my nose be rather flat, And though my mouth be wide, My teeth like topazes exalt My beauty to the sky. Thou knowest that my voice is sweet, That is if thou dost hear; And I am moulded in a form Somewhat below the mean. These charms, and many more, are thine, Spoils to thy spear and bow all; A damsel of this house am I, By name Altisidora. Here the lay of the heart-stricken Altisidora came to an end, while the warmly wooed Don Quixote began to feel alarm; and with a deep sigh he
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