To whom high renown is given,
Who, victorious on earth,
Are beloved of God in Heaven,
5 I a priest am and my home
Is Portugal,
From the Sibyl's cave I come
Where fumes diabolical
Are distilled and brought to birth.
10 In magic and necromancy
I'm a skilled practitioner,
A most accomplished sorcerer,
Well versed in astrology.
In so many a devil's art
15 Would I have part
That o'er the strongest I'll prevail
And just seize him by the tail
And hand him to prince Luis there.
Sorcerers of past time ne'er
20 Knew the enchantments that I know,
Ways of making love to grow
And of freeing from love's care.
For of hearts I will take one
Harder than stone
25 And will it soft as syrup make,
And so change others, to changes prone,
That nothing shall their firmness shake.
Truly a great wizard I
And great marvels can I work,
30 All the powers of Hell that lurk
Favour me exceedingly,
As deeds impossible shall attest
Of awful shape,
Miracles most manifest
35 Such that all shall see and gape,
Visibly and invisibly.
For I'll make a lady coy,
Though love's guerdon she defer,
If her lover look on her,
40 The very breath of life enjoy;
And two lovers, love's curse under
Kept asunder,
Will I leave to grieve apart,
And achieve by this my art
45 Things at which you'll gaze in wonder.
For a lady most ungainly
For a halfpenny at night
Will I cause without a light
To look nor ill nor well too plainly.
50 To another loveliest,
As star in heaven
Shall this destiny be given
That of noblest men and best
None against her love protest.
55 And the better to display
The perfection of my spell
I'll cause you all to marry well,
That is, I mean, as best you may;
And I'll turn night into day
60 All by this good art of mine,
If the sun should chance to shine,
And, too, light as air shall be
Every foolish fantasy.
I will cause you all to sleep
65 While sleep has you in its keeping,
And I'll cause you to awake
Without therefore the earth quaking;
And a lover by the thorn
Of love forlorn
70 If most real be his love
I will make his fancy prove
Steadfast till it be forsworn.
I will make you wish to see
Things which scarcely can be parried,
75 And when each of you is married
Then truly shall his wedding be.
And I'll make this city stand
Stone o'er stone on either hand,
And that those who do not flourish
80 No prosperity shall nourish.
For my magic art's more proof
I'll bring mighty rains whereat
All the tiles shall lie down flat
Above the houses, on the roof.
85 And the great Cathedral tower
For all its size will I uproot
And despite its special power
Its battlements on high will put,
Its foundation at its foot.
90 In my praise no more be said.
In St Cyprian's name most holy,
Satan, I conjure thee.
(Gentlemen, be not afraid.)
Zeet zeberet zerregud zebet
95 oo filui soter
rehe zezegot relinzet
oo filui soter.
Keys of the depths, abysses rending,
Open up Earth's every pore!
100 Prince of Darkness never-ending,
Show thy great works evermore!
Satan, wheresoe'er thou be,
I conjure thee
By the mighty dragons' breath
105 And the raging lions' roar
And Jehoshaphat's vale of death.
By the smoke that issueth
Poisonous from out thy chair,
By the fire that none may slake,
110 By the torments of thy lake,
From my heart right earnestly
Satan, I conjure thee,
Zezegot seluece soter,
Unto thee my prayer I make,
115 Lucifer, listen to my prayer!
By the mists of liquid fire
That thy regions drear distil,
By the vipers, snakes that fill
All its wells, abysses dire,
120 By the pangs relentlessly
Given by thee
To the prisoners of thy pit,
By the shrieks of those in it
That unceasing echo still,
125 Beelzebub, I thee invite
By the blindness of the Jews
Who the wrong in malice choose
And thereby thy heart delight
rezeegut Linteser
130 zamzorep tisal
siroofee nafezeri.
_The devils Zebron and Danor come and Zebron says:_
_Z._ What's the matter, priest accursed?
_P._ Welcome, brothers, welcome first.
_D._ What now with us wouldst thou have?
135 _P._ That my bidding you should do.
_Z._ By Satan's altar, this thou'lt rue,
Arrogant knave.
_D._ Come, I'll seize him by the hair
And off with his ears at least,
140 For a robber is this priest.
_P._ Hurt me not, good brothers, cease,
Comrades, cousins, friends, I pray.
_Z._ Not two figs for you we care.
_P._ How is Belial to-day?
145 And his court, is it at peace?
_D._ With a box o' the ear chastise him,
Even so will we baptise him
And we'll christen him a fool.
_P._ Come, let's speak more seriously:
150 Are you all quite well and cool?
_Z._ Villain, wineskin, Bacchus' tool,
What has that to do with thee?
_P._ Nay, my powers I'll efface,
Myself abase,
155 Only speak not thus to me.
_D._ Do you hold Landeira's see
Or are you Cartaxo's vicar?
_Z._ He's priest of Lumear, I think,
Mealhada's precentor he,
160 Archpriest of a pint of liquor
Since he ceases not to drink.
_D._ And this chaplain of our town
Is a good Englishman, for mark,
This Ribatejo Patriarch
165 Will drink even a Frenchman down,
And nothing think of it at all.
_Z._ Danor, say, is he Cardinal
Of Arruda or Caparica?
_D._ He has nought left thin or thick
170 Save always his glass of liquor
And a great Archbishopric,
An honour given but to few
Near the boundary stone, the same
On which he sets his diadem,
175 This prelate, and his mitre too.
Dost thou know Seixal, thou thief,
Almada and thereabouts?
Tojal packsaddler, of louts
And of villain knaves the chief.
180 _P._ Devils, will you now in brief
My bidding do
Or must I take other ways with you?
_D._ Cursèd robber, only say
What you'd have and we'll obey.
185 _P._ I command you instantly
By the power of the sky
And the might of God on high,
In whose service priest I am,
I conjure you in His name
190 That you my behests obey
Now straightway,
On the earth and in the air,
Here and there and everywhere.
_Z._ How are the tithes, and--another matter--
195 Is the fine elephant alive
That went to Rome for the Pope to shrive?
_D._ Are your feelings hurt by this chatter?
_P._ Danor, now I conjure thee
By Saint Pol and by Saint Paul
200 Hearken to me.
_Z._ Your intelligence is small.
_P._ Then shall you hark unwillingly.
By the Mother of God most holy
And her heavenly dignity,
205 Her humility on earth
That had power to scale high Heaven,
And her own imperial worth
Whereby in the Virgin birth
The incarnate Christ to earth was given.
210 _Z._ Say no more, accursed knave,
We'll obey: what wouldst thou have?
_P._ 'Tis my will and my desire
That unto those ladies there
This very hour you should have care
215 Polyxena of Troy to bring:
Come she, for beauty's heightening,
In rich attire,
Fair as she was fair of yore.
_D._ With what a thrashing shouldst thou rue it
220 Could I but do it.
But thou hast taken my strength away.
_P._ Let her come by land or sea
Straightway and most peacefully.
_Z._ And as to subscriptions for the war
225 Hast thou any tithe to pay?
_P._ Without delay Polyxena bring
And joyfully
Before her shall you dance and sing.
_Z._ They'll send another elephant yet
230 And you'll have to pay the tax for it.
_Polyxena comes and says:_
_Pol._ Wherefore hither am I come?
O how great my affliction is
Since against my will you bring
Me to further suffering.
235 For he who lives in misery's stress
Can but borrow
From seen pleasures a new sorrow.
But what a fairy court is this
In which beauty has its home!
240 The palace of Troy was not your peer
Nor rival in magnificence,
I see a greater Priam here
Cesar of sovran excellence,
A Hecuba of nobler mien,
245 A flawless queen
In power humanely gentle: hence
Apollo's and Diana's reign
Heaven confirmeth in the twain.
And you, Prince most excellent,
250 Give me liberal reward:
From your promise is none debarred,
It fills all men with content,
And the planets of Heaven's abode
Had word of God
255 That to you be greatness sent
And fortune's favour even more
Than to those who reigned before.
And for you, most lovely flower,
Princess Dona Isabel,
260 The Lord of Heaven in His power
Marshalled in host innumerable
The sky and all its company,
And Jove as judge did then ordain
That as empress you should reign
265 O'er Castille and Germany.
You, O Prince Dom Ferdinand,
Since prudence is your special share
And with favourable wand
Mercury holds you in his arms,
270 Wealth and prosperity shall bless
In quietness
Without toil or any care,
Turmoil or loud war's alarms:
This for you the gods have planned.
275 For you, Princess Beatrice,
Your sure destiny it is
To be married happily
Unto France's fleur-de-lys.
And the world has more in store
280 For you, yea more
Than you imagine shall be given.
Princes, leave all cares of yore
Since you have the ear of Heaven.
_P._ What say you to the roses there
285 And this vale of loveliness?
_Pol._ Would that fortune were no less
Fair to me than they are fair!
How gleams the Court in radiancy,
What an array
290 Of beauty is there here to see!
O that it were given me
Ever in this life to stay!
_D._ In _this_ life! Thine another school.
_Pol._ Who brought me to this destiny?
295 _D._ That excommunicated fool,
Thou camest here at his suggestion.
Ask him what he wants of thee,
Just to see.
_Pol._ Why then have you brought me here?
300 _P._ What, no sooner you appear
Than you would begin to question!
Tell these lordlings instantly,
Since you suffered from love's wound,
What in this life here you found
305 The greatest of all woes to be,
Tell them if the pains of Hell
Be as deep as those of love,
Or if torments there excel
Those that here from love's thoughts well,
310 Griefs that every lover prove.
_Pol._ Awful in intensity
Are Hell's tortures unto me,
Grievously I suffer, yet
Ne'er could I love's wound forget.
315 _P._ What the arts and qualities
That should a true lover grace?
_Pol._ Constancy has the first place
And resolution; and, with these,
Noble must he be, discreet,
320 Silent, patient of disdain
With heart e'er open to love's strain
In passion's service to compete,
But not to change and change again.
And he must be liberal,
325 Generous exceedingly,
Since there is no quality
That for lovers is so meet.
For to a lover avarice
Is as uncongenial
330 As would be a fire in ice
Or if a picture were to be
Itself and its original
For his food he must but take
A mouthful barely, and with sighs,
335 And when he asleeping lies
He must still be half awake.
Very gentle-mannered he,
Humane and courteous, must be
And serve his lady without hope,
340 For he who loveth grudgingly
Proves himself of little scope.
_P._ What his qualities among
Should most bring him love for love?
_Pol._ That he should be brave and strong,
345 That will his best vantage prove.
For a man advanced in years,
Ill-favoured though be and weak,
If name famed in war he bears
Even in the fairest lady's ears
350 Should for him his actions speak.
On, on ye lords, to war, to war!
And ladies not as heretofore
Embroider wimples for your wear
But banners for the knights to bear.
355 For thus amid the wars of Troy
I and my sisters did employ
Our time and all our artifice:
Standards, with many a fair device
Embroidered, did we weave for them;
360 And on them lavished many a gem
And gaily with glad songs of joy
Our necklaces we freely gave,
Tiara and diadem.
Then leave your points and hem-stitch leave,
365 Your millinery and your lace,
And utterly from off earth's face
These renegade dogs destroy.
O to see Penthesilea again
With forty thousand warriors,
370 Armed maidens gleaming like the stars
On the Palomean plain.
_P._ Come bring her here this very hour.
_Z._ Cannot you leave us one instant alone?
_P._ What are you doing? Come on, come on.
375 _D._ To the devil would I see you gone
And whoso gives you this power.
_Penthesilea enters and says:_
_Pen._ What would you of this hapless queen
Penthesilea woe-begone,
Who in tears and sorrow thus appear
380 Ill-favoured in this court's fair sheen?
Why should you wish to see me here
Before your high imperial throne,
Great king of marvels, who alone
With your small armies scatter still
385 Your victories abroad at will?
Were I now, Sir, at liberty,
From Hell's grim dominion free
And mistress of my destiny
I would serve you willingly.
390 All my days would I spend then
With your armies to my gain,
My golden arrow then with zest
Would serve you in a service blest
And not in useless wars and vain.
395 O renownèd Portugal,
Learn to know thy noble worth
Since thy power imperial
Reaches to the ends of Earth.
Forward, forward, lord and knight
400 Since Heaven's favours on you crowd,
Forward, forward in your might
That doth the King of Fez affright,
And Morocco cries aloud.
O cease ye eagerly to build
405 So many a richly furnished chamber,
And to paint them and to gild.
Money so spent will nothing yield.
With halberds only now remember
And with rifles to excel.
410 Not for Genoese fashions strive
But as Portuguese to live
And in houses plain to dwell.
As fierce warriors win renown,
Not for wealth most perilous,
415 Give your country a golden crown
Of deeds, not words that mock at us.
Forward, Lisbon! All descry
Thy good fortune far and nigh,
And the fame thou dost inherit,
420 Since fortune raises thee on high,
Win it sturdily by merit.
Achilles when he went away
From near this city went,
Call him: you'll hear truth evident
425 If you doubt what I have said.
_P._ Let him come up, come up, I say.
_Z._ This priest has gone quite off his head.
I don't know what I am about
That I don't give the Jew a clout:
430 Would you empty Hell of its dead?
_Achilles comes and says:_
_A._ When Jupiter in all his might
Was seated on his throne
And in his strength ordered aright
By his right hand alone
435 The courses of the day and night;
And warrior Mars to Earth had lent
His bolts of victory
And parted with his armament;
When Saturn still slept peacefully
440 With all his firmament;
When the Sun shone with clearer light
And an intenser ray
And the Moon's beams illumed the night,
More brightly than noonday,
445 And Venus sang her loveliest lay;
When wisdom, that he now doth keep,
Was given by Mercury,
And mirth flashed o'er the heaven's steep
And the winds were gently hushed asleep
450 And a calm lay on the sea;
When joy and fame together checked
The hands of destiny
And glory's flags the poles bedecked
And the heavens, by no clouds beflecked,
455 Gleamed in their radiancy;
When every heart with unfeigned cheer
Was merry upon Earth,
In that day and month and year,
When all these portents did appear,
460 Your Highnesses had birth.
Now I, Achilles, in my youth
Lived here for many days
And happy am I in good sooth
To see the kingdom's splendid growth
465 Honoured in countless ways.
Its noble sons these honours reap,
But let no careless strain
Prevent you what you win to keep;
Ye prelates, 'tis no time for sleep!
470 Ye priests, do not complain!
When mighty Rome was in full sail
Conquering all the Earth
The girls and matrons without fail,
That so the soldiers should prevail,
475 Gave all their jewels' worth.
Then O ye shepherds of the Church
Down, down with Mahomet's creed!
Leave not the fighters in the lurch!
For if to scourge yourselves you speed
480 Then Rome may spare the birch.
You should sell your chalices,
Yes and pawn your breviaries,
Turn your gourds into flasks, and e'er
Of bread and parsnips make your fare,
485 To vanquish thus your enemies.
_Z._ Aha, aha. A splendid rule!
What do you think of that, Sir Fool?
_P._ What is't to me? what should I care?
For he who has no revenues
490 Can by the tithes but little lose.
_A._ If hither came but Hannibal,
Hector and Scipio
You shall see what they will show
Of the things of Portugal,
495 What reason and truth would have you know.
_P._ Come Danor, and Zebron, hither
Bring all three of them together.
_D._ Rascal cleric, villain, cur,
Thief, dog, that I for you should stir!
500 _Z._ May a curse your power wither!
_Hannibal, Hector and Scipio come, and Hannibal says:_
_Han._ Easily you might forego
Poor Hannibal's presence here,
For your Court's fame far and near
The furthest of Earth's regions know.
505 _Hect._ Nor need Hector here appear.
_S._ Nor is there room for Scipio.
_Han._ Sirs, you should trust in God, that he
All Africa presently
Will reduce beneath your sway.
510 Africa was Christian land,
Moors have ta'en your own away.
To the work, Captains, set your hand,
For so with clearer ray shall burn
Your renown when you return.
515 And, O ladies of Portugal,
Spend, spend jewel and precious stone,
Duchesses, ladies, maidens, all
Since such enterprises shall
Properly be yours alone.
520 A religious war it is
For the honour of your land,
Against those vile enemies,
Undertaken reasonably
And with good discretion planned.
525 Of beads be every rosary,
Each pearl replaced by bilberry,
Brooches of the heads of leek;
Such ornaments, my ladies, seek
And those you have give every one.
530 For little honour now is there
In dresses and adornments fair,
Honour give noble deeds alone,
Not costly robes inwrought with gold
And pranked with trimmings manifold:
535 Give these now to help helmets make.
And ye, good priors, I bid you take
And divide all that you hold
Among the soldiers of the guard
And great shall be your reward.
540 For of the income you obtain
By whatever means you may
The churches have but little gain,
And from alms you still abstain:
How you spend it who shall say?
545 For the conquest of Africa
Give a tithe of your possessions,
Give it, if you can, with pleasure,
For the less you have of treasure
The less need you fear oppressions.
550 And O rulers and noblemen,
Yea and every citizen,
Listen, listen to the drums,
Hark to them with Christian ears!
And ye people, hold not back,
555 Forward, forward to the attack!
Give your lives and your incomes,
For in such a conflict holy
None should harbour any fears.
_All these figures ordered themselves in winding circles and by turns
sang and acted the following, all singing:_
Ta la la la lam, ta la la la lam.
560 _Hannibal._ On, on! go forward, lord and knight,
Since in war waged for the right
God as Captain leads the fight.
_They sing._ Ta la la la lam, ta la la la lam.
_H._ To war, to war, both rich and poor,
565 To war, to war, most ruthlessly
Since the great King Manuel's wrath
Is gone forth against the Moor.
And he sworn and promised hath
In his inmost heart that he
570 Will destroy them from his path.
_They sing._ Ta la la la lam, ta la la la lam.
_H._ And his Highness for a sign
Of our Holy Faith's increase
Wills that at Fez by grace divine
575 The mosque shall a cathedral be.
War, war ever without cease
Is his purpose mightily.
_They sing._ Ta la la la lam, ta la la la lam.
_H._ This our King most excellent
580 And with great good fortune blest
Is lord of every continent
From the East unto the West:
And the high God omnipotent
In his gracious keeping still
585 Guards his royal heart from ill.
_They sing._ Ta la la la lam, ta la la la lam.
_And with this chorus they went out and the above Tragicomedy ends._
FARSA DOS ALMOCREVES
_Farça dos Almocreves._
_Esta seguinte farsa foy feyta & representada ao muyto poderoso &
excelente Rey dom Ioam o terceyro em Portugal deste nome na sua cidade
de Coimbra na era do S̃ehor de MDXXVI. Seu fundamento he que hum fidalgo
de muyto pouca renda vsaua muyto estado, tinha capelam seu & ouriuez
seu, & outros officiaes, aos quaes nunca pagaua. E vendose o seu capelam
esfarrapado & sem nada de seu entra dizendo:_
_Capelã._ ¶ Pois que nam posso rezar
por me ver tão esquipado
por aqui por este Arnado
quero hum pouco passear
por espaçar meu cuydado,
e grosarey o romance
de Yo me estaba en Coimbra
pois Coimbra assim nos cimbra
que nam ha quem preto alcance.
10 ¶ Yo me estaba en Coimbra
cidade bem assentada,
pelos campos de Mondego
nam vi palha nem ceuada.
Quando aquilo vi mezquinho
entendi que era cilada
contra os cauallos da corte
& minha mula pelada.
Logo tiue a mao sinal
tanta milham apanhada
20 e a peso de dinheiro:
ó mula desemparada!
Vi vir ao longo do rio
hũa batalha ordenada,
nam de gentes mas de mus,
com muita raya pisada.
A carne estaa em Bretanha
& as couves em Biscaya.
Sam capelam dum fidalgo
que nam tem renda nem nada;
30 quer ter muytos aparatos
& a casa anda esfaymada,
toma ratinhos por pag̃es
anda ja a cousa danada.
Querolhe pedir licença,
pagueme minha soldada.
¶ _Chega o capelam a casa do fidalgo, & falando com elle diz:_
_Cap._ ¶ Senhor, ja seraa rezam.
_Fid._ Auante, padre, falay.
_C._ Digo que em tres annos vay
que sam vosso capelam.
40 _F._ He grande verdade, auante.
_C._ Eu fora ja do ifante,
e podera ser del Rey.
_F._ A bofé, padre, não sey.
_C._ Si, senhor, que eu sou destante
Aindaque ca mempreguei.
¶ Ora pois veja, senhor,
que he o que me ha de dar,
porque alem do altar
seruia de comprador.
50 _F._ Nam volo ey de negar.
Fazeyme hũa petiçam
de tudo o que requereis.
_C._ Senhor, nam me perlongueis,
que isso nam traz concrusam
nem vejo que a quereis.
¶ Porque me fiz polo vosso
clericus & negoceatores.
_F._ Assi vos dey eu fauores
& disso pouco que eu posso
60 vos fiz mais que outros señores.
Ora um clerigo que mais quer
de renda nem outro bem
que darlhe homem de comer,
que he cada dia hum vintem,
& mais muyto a seu prazer?
¶ Ora a honrra que se monta:
he capelam de foam!
_C._ E do vestir nam fazeis conta,
& esse comer com payxam,
70 & dormir com tanta afronta
que a coroa jaz no cham
sem cabeçal, e aa hũa hora,
& missa sempre de caça?
& por vos cayr em graça
serviauos tambem de fora,
atee comprar sibas na praça;
¶ E outros carregozinhos
desonestos pera mi.
Isto, senhor, he assi.
80 & azemel nesses caminhos,
arre aqui & arre ali,
& ter carrego dos gatos
& dos negros da cozinha
& alimparvolos çapatos
& outras cousas que eu fazia.
_F._ ¶ Assi fiey eu de vos
toda a minha esmolaria
& daueis polo amor de Deos
sem vos tomar conta hum dia.
90 _C._ Dos tres annos que eu alego
dalaey logo sem pendenças:
mandastes dar a hum cego
hum real por Endoenças.
_F._ Eu isso nam volo nego.
_C._ ¶ E logo dahi a um anno
pera ajuda de casar
hũa orfaã mandastes dar
meo couado de pano
Dalcobaça por tosar.
100 E nos dous annos primeyros
repartistes tres pescadas
por todos estes mosteyros
na Pederneyra compradas
daquestes mesmos dinheyros.
¶ Ora eu recebi cem reaes
em tres annos, contay bem,
tenho aqui meo vintem.
_F._ Padre, boa conta daes,
ponde tudo num item
110 & falay ao meu doutor
que elle me falaraa nisso.
_C._ Deyxe vossa Merce ysso
pera el Rey nosso senhor,
& vos falay me de siso.
Que coma, senhor, me ficastes
ysto dentro em Santarem
de me pagardes muy bem.
_F._ Em quantas missas machastes?
das vossas digo eu porem.
120 _C._ Que culpa vos tem çamora?
Por vos estam ellas nos çeos.
_F._ Mas tomay as pera vos
& guarday as muytembora,
entam paguevolas Deos.
¶ Que eu não gasto meus dinheyros
em missas atabalhoadas.
_C._ & vos fazeys foliadas
& nam pagaes o gaiteyro?
Isso sam balcarriadas.
130 se vossas merces nam ham
cordel pera tantos nos
vyuey vos a aquem de vos
& nam compreis gauiam
pois que não tendes pios.
¶ Uos trazeis seis moços de pee
& acrecentaylos a capa
coma Rey, & por merce,
nam tendo as terras do Papa
nem os tratos de Guine:
140 antes vossa renda encurta
coma pano Dalcobaça.
_F._ Tudo o fidalgo da raça
em que a renda seja curta
he per força que isso faça.
¶ Padre, muy bem vos entendo:
foy sempre a vontade minha
daruos a el Rey ou ha Raynha.
_C._ Isso me vay parecendo
bom trigo se der farinha.
150 Senhor, se misso fizer
grande merce me faraa.
_F._ Eu vos direy que seraa:
dizey agora hum profaceo, a ver
que voz tendes pera laa.
_C._ Folgarey eu de o dizer,
mas quem me responderaa?
_F._ Eu. _C._ Per omnia secula seculorum.
_F._ Am̃e. _C._ Dominus vobiscum.
_F._ Auante. _C._ Sursum corda.
160 _F._ Tendes essa voz tam gorda
que pareceis Alifante
depois de farto daçorda.
_C._ ¶ Pior voz tem Simão vaz
tesoureyro e capelam,
& pior o Adayam
que canta como alcatraz,
e outros que por hi estam.
Quereys que acabe acantiga
& vereys onde vou ter.
170 _F._ Padre, eu ey de ter fadiga,
mas del Rey aueis de ser,
escusada he mais briga.
_C._ ¶ Sabeis em que estaa a contenda?
direys: he meu capelam.
& el Rey sabe a vossa renda
& rirse ha, se vem aa mam,
& remetermaa aa Fazenda.
_F._ Se vos foreis entoado.
_C._ Que bem posso eu cantar
180 onde dam sempre pescado
& de dous annos salgado,
o pior que ha no mar?
¶ _Vem um pagem do fidalgo & diz:_
_Pag._ ¶ Senhor, o oriuez see alli.
_F._ Entre. Quereraa dinheyro.
Venhaes embora, caualeyro,
cobri a cabeça, cobri.
Tendes grande amigo em mi
& mais vosso pregoeyro.
Gabeyuos ontem a el Rey
190 quanto se pode gabar.
& sey que vos ha dacupar,
& eu vos ajudarey
cada vez que mi achar:
¶ Porque aas vezes estas ajudas
sam milhores que cristeis,
porque soo a fama que aueis
& outras cousas meudas
o que valem ja o sabeis.
_Our._ Senhor eu o seruirey
200 & nam quero outro senhor.
_F._ Sabeis que tendes milhor,
eu o disse logo a el Rey
& faz em vosso louvor,
¶ Não vos da mais ̃q vos pagũe
que vos deyxem de pagar.
Nunca vi tal esperar
nunca vi tal auantagem
nem tal modo dagradar.
_O._ Nossa conta he tam pequena,
210 & ha tanto que he deuida,
que morre de prometida,
& peçoa ja com tanta pena
que depenno a minha vida.
_F._ ¶ Ora olhay ese falar
como vay bem martelado!
Folgo nam vos ter pagado
por vos ouuir martelar
marteladas dauisado.
_O._ Senhor, beyjovolas mãos
220 mas o meu queria eu na mão.
_F._ Tambem isso he cortesam:
'Senhor, beyjovolas mãos,
o meu queria eu na mão.'
Que bastiães tam louçãos!
¶ Quanto pesaua o saleyro?
_O._ Dous marcos bem, ouro & fio.
_F._ Essa he a prata: & o feitio?
_O._ Assaz de pouco dinheyro.
_F._ Que val com feytio & prata?
230 _O._ Justos noue mil reaes.
& nam posso esperar mais
que o vosso esperar me mata.