'In faith,' quoth Sancho, 'I have talked, and can talk, before one as good as and perhaps . . ., but let that rest; for the more you stir it . . . .'
The Knight of the Wood's squire took Sancho by the arm, and said;
'Let us two go where we may talk by ourselves, in squire-like discourse, all we have a mind to, and leave these masters of ours to have their bellies full of relating the histories of their loves to each other: for I warrant they will not have done before to-morrow morning.'
'With all my heart,' quoth Sancho, 'and I will tell you who I am, that you may see whether I am fit to make one among the most talkative squires.'
Hereupon the two squires withdrew; between whom there passed a dialogue as pleasant as that of their masters was grave.
Wherein is continued the adventure of the Knight of the Wood, with the wise, new, and pleasant dialogue between the two squires
THE knights and squires were separated, the latter relating the story of their lives, and the former that of their loves: but the history begins with the conversation between the servants, and afterwards proceeds to that of the masters: and it says, that, being gone a little apart, the Squire of the Wood said to Sancho:
'It is a toilsome life we lead, sir, we who are squires to knights- errant; in good truth we eat our bread in the sweat of our brows, which is one of the curses God laid upon our first parents.'
'It may also be said,' added Sancho, 'that we eat it in the frost of our bodies; for who endure more heat and cold than your miserable squires to knight-errantry? Nay, it would not be quite so bad, did we but eat at all; for good fare lessens care: but it now and then happens, that we pass a whole day or two without breaking our fast, unless it be upon air.'
'All this may be endured,' quoth he of the Wood, 'with the hopes we entertain of the reward; for if the knight-errant, whom a squire serves, is not over and above unlucky, he must, in a short time, find