Man of La Mancha Page #4

The Enchanter?

He transformed the giant

into a windmill...

to prevent me

the honor of victory.

You'd be wise to avoid him,

Your Grace.

One of these days,

he'll get you killed.

Hell has not seen

nor Heaven created...

the one who can prevail

against me.

He's doing very well.

Come, Your Grace.

We'll find a place

to get you repaired.

A knight must not

complain of his wounds...

though his bowels

be dropping out.

But we could find the hall

of some great lord.

Listen!

What?

A trumpet heralding my approach.

There! The very place.

- Where?

- The castle.

- Castle?

- Rockbound amidst the mountains.

- Mountains?

- And the banners.

The brave banners

flaunting the wind.

Blow thy bugle...

that a dwarf may

mount the battlements...

and announce our presence.

But I don't see a castle.

What?

- I do see something.

- What?

- It looks like an inn.

- An inn?

An inn. We will repair...

to the drawbridge

of yonder castle...

and there thy vision

may improve it.

And there thy vision

may improve it.

Reality.

To Sancho, an inn.

To Don Quixote, a castle.

To someone else, whatever.

But for sweet argument's sake,

let us grant Sancho his version.

- An inn.

- An inn!

Governor, a kindly innkeeper.

A brothel keeper, if you like.

And his less kindly wife.

That's right.

A marriage of minds.

- God forbid!

- Mule drivers!

Hard men! Miles and miles

on the road each day.

And a man to lead the men.

Pedro.

- Pedro?

- Pedro.

And for the men...

beautiful women

who please for profit.

Fermina!

And a most particular...

kitchen maid...

called Aldonza.

One to whom life has been

discourteous.

A tigress crouching in the dark.

Still keen in tooth and claw.

- Take it, Aldonza.

- Aldonza!

Come on, Aldonza, take it!

- Aldonza!

- Take it!

Aldonza!

You want this on the table

or over your lousy heads?

There, swine. Feed!

I brought you something.

Keep it till it grows up.

Little dogs have big ideas.

Tonight!

Payment in advance.

Aldonza!

Talk with your money,

not your hands.

How about a nice

thick bed of hay instead?

Good. Eat it.

You refuse Pedro?

Try me. Try me.

My mules are not so stubborn.

Fine. Make love to your mules.

Aldonza, I sell my mules.

Aldonza, I am the best lover!

Who cares? Just pay me!

One pair of arms is like another

I don't know why

or who's to blame

I'll go with you

or with your brother

It's all the same

It's all the same

This I have learned

that when the light's out

No man will burn

with special flame

You'll prove to me

before the night's out

You're all the same

You're all the same

Not me, Aldonza!

So do not talk to me of love

I'm not a fool

With starry eyes

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