"Thank You For Nothing"
Context: Don Quixote is resting for the night. His horse, Rozinante, strays into the camp of some Yanguesian carriers from Galicia, and their mares kick at him. So do the teamsters. Calling on his squire for help, Don Quixote goes to the aid of his horse, but with the odds twenty against "one and a half fighting men," in cowardly Sancho's words, the Yanguesians beat them so badly that they flee, thinking they have killed the pair. Don Quixote tries to console his squire with tales of other knights, ill-treated without suffering disgrace. He concludes:
". . . there is no remembrance which time will not efface, nor no pain to which death will not put a period." "Thank you for nothing!" quoth Sancho; "what worse can befall us, than to have only death to trust to? Were our afflictions to be cured with a plaister or two, a man might have some patience, but for aught I see, all the salves in an hospital won't set us on our best legs again."