Man of La Mancha Page #7

and not wholly unaware of

what the neighbors may think...

they seek advice

from the priest.

Where's he gone?

Reverence.

To church.

But in spite of the trouble

that Alonso's madness...

will bring crashing

on their heads...

you may be sure

they're only thinking of him.

I'm only thinking of him

I'm only thinking of him

Whatever I may do or say

I'm only thinking of him

In my body, it's well known

There is not one selfish bone

I'm only thinking

and worrying about him

I've been told

he's chasing dragons

And I fear it may be true

If my groom

should hear about it

Heaven knows what he will do

Oh, they say he seeks a lady

Who his own true love shall be

God forbid that in his madness

He should ever think it's me

If he should try,

I'll surely die

And I will grimly

guard my honor as I cry

- I'm only thinking of him

- I know, I know, my dear

- I'm only thinking of him

- Of course you are, my dear

- I'm only thinking of him

- I understand

Woe

Woe

They're only thinking of him

They're only thinking of him

How saintly

is their plaintive plea

They're only thinking of him

What a comfort to be sure

That their motives are so pure

As they go

thinking and worrying

About him

Now there appears on the scene

a man of breeding...

Now there appears on the scene

a man of breeding...

intelligent, logical.

Dr. Sanson Carrasco...

Antonia's fianc...

bachelor of science...

graduate of

the University of Salamanca...

a man who carries

his own importance...

as though afraid of breaking it.

Indeed.

Family quarrels get out of hand.

Shh! Shh!

Governor,

with your permission...

and so much at stake

in the game...

may I rearrange the pieces?

Seor, you have our permission.

The queen... cunning.

The castle... formidable.

The king... restricted.

The bishop... charmingly diagonal.

And now

the problem of the knight.

My dear, your uncle...

is the laughingstock

of the entire neighborhood...

and I do not relish

claiming a lunatic as an uncle.

Oh, come, come, doctor.

The good Seor Quijana...

has been carried away

by his imagination.

Seor Quijana has lost his mind

and is suffering from delusions.

- Is there a difference?

- Exactitude of meaning.

I beg to remind you

I am a doctor.

The innocent must pay

for the sins of the guilty.

Guilty? Of what?

Of gentle delusion?

How do you know it is gentle?

He was armed.

With sword and lance.

I cannot favor the madness that

puts a sword into his hand...

but I can love the gentle

spirit that moves him...

to measure his sword with evil.

I shall concern myself

with his madness, father...

and leave the care

of his spirit in your hands.

Sanson? I had hoped for so much

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