"I believe, Sancho, that this affliction has befallen you because you have not been dubbed a knight, for I am of the opinion that this potion is not suitable for those who are not knights."
"Curse me and all my kin! If your grace knew that," replied Sancho, "why did you let me taste it?"
At this point the concoction took effect, and the poor squire began to erupt from both channels, and with so much force that the reed mat on which he lay, and the canvas blanket that covered him, could not be used again. He was perspiring and sweating and suffering such paroxysms and mishaps that not only he but everyone else thought his life was coming to an end. The tempest of affliction lasted almost two hours, at the end of which he was left not as his baster had been, but so bruised and battered he could barely stand.
Sancho Panza and Don Quixote in De Cervantes, Miguel (2003.) Don Quixote. (Edith Grossman, Trans.). New York City, NY: Harper Collins (Original work published 1605, 1615) p.120
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