Man of La Mancha Page #5

Just put your money in my hand

And you will get what money buys

When I am dead,

no man will miss me

For life's

a cruel and dirty game

So you can curse

or you can kiss me

It's all the same

More wine, Aldonza!

It's all the same

Oh, I have seen too many beds

But I have known too little rest

And I have loved too many men

With hatred burning in my breast

Aldonza!

I do not like you

or your brother

I do not like the life I live

But I am me

I am Aldonza

And what I give, I choose...

Choose!

One pair of arms is like another

It's all the same

It's all the same

Aldonza!

Well, gentlemen,

everything in order?

Did you feed the mules?

- They're eating as well as you.

- Oh, no.

God forbid.

He jokes.

It's well-known

that I set the finest table...

between Madrid and Malaga.

My patrons have always...

It's the pig butcher.

I didn't expect him so early.

What in the name of?

Coming! Coming!

Seor butcher, coming!

Is the lord of the castle

at hand?

I say, is the Castellano here?

I am in charge of this place.

We waited, sire, for a dwarf

to mount the battlements...

and announce us,

but none appeared.

The, uh, the dwarfs,

they're all busy.

My noble lords and ladies...

my master Don Quixote...

- Knight-errant?

- Knight-errant...

defender of the right,

and pursuer of...

of lofty undertakings

requests the...

boon?

The boon of hospitality!

Well, sir, is it granted?

Absolutely!

You see? I mean, this castle

is open to everybody.

Master!

Master!

Master! Master!

Are you hurt?

One of the little mishaps

of my profession.

He's a madman.

Madmen are the children of God.

Sir Knight, you must be hungry.

I am, sir.

There is food aplenty.

And for your squire, too.

Well, as I always say, hunger

is the best gravy in the world.

And as the poor

are always hungry...

they, uh... sir, I thank you.

Stay and rest tonight.

I'll just stable your animal.

See that your grooms care

for my fleet-footed Rosinante.

A horse of courage,

sobriety, and chastity.

A flower and glory

of horse flesh.

Thank you, Master.

- What's this madness?

- Aldonza!

Has he got money to pay?

When did a poor man

ever find time to run mad?

He's got money.

He's a gentleman.

Tell Aldonza

to bring him some wine.

Gentle knights...

fair chatelaine.

If there be any amongst you

that require assistance...

you have but to speak...

and my good right arm

is at your service.

Whether it be

a princess held to ransom...

an army besieged...

the fallen to be raised up...

the suffering, the poor...

Dear God. It is she.

Sweet lady...

fair virgin...

I dare not gaze fully

upon thy countenance...

as I'd be blinded by thy beauty.

I'll get you the wine.

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