For myself the charcoal bought
With which you turn my hopes to nought.
_N._ Boy, go see what does the King,
250 And if there are ladies to be seen,
The whole day shall not pass, I ween,
In pay and won't pay: no such thing.
And you return some other day:
And if you find that I'm away
Then speak unto my Chamberlain,
He of all moneys that accrue
Has charge and of the revenue
That yearly comes from tithe and grain:
And from him you will obtain
260 Most certainly what is your due.
_G._ And do you pay me with parade
Of words and other bounties vain?
_N._ See to it you that you are paid.
_As the chaplain goes out he says:_
_C._ Shall such men go to paradise?
If so I'll not believe in it.
But I'll be even with them yet:
Henceforth, proof against each device,
I'll countermine them by my wit.
_The page comes with a message and says:_
_P._ The King be in the palace, Sir.
270 _N._ In what room?
_P._ No more I know.
_N._ Low-born villain, is it so
That a message you deliver?
_P._ Arrah, I know what I'm about.
_N._ Arrah! just listen to the lout!
Are any ladies present there?
_P._ Yes, I saw ladies, I aver,
For they upon the terrace were.
_N._ Who were they?
_P._ They were ladies, Sir.
_N._ How called?
_P._ My lord, no one was calling.
280 _N._ These rustic churls are too appalling.
And serve me right for keeping such.
Henceforth I really must contrive
To have a page of better stuff.
_P._ Sir, I'll grow speedily enough
To please you, yes and will do much
Provided God leaves me alive:
And the rest I'll quickly learn
As others who good wages earn.
_N._ Well do so, and then I will see
290 How you may come to serve the King
And even page of the Chamber be.
_P._ So I did well to leave my home.
Since even shepherds may become
Attendants on the King, the King!
So thrives with corn the land, bereft
Of labourers, whom their fathers send
To Court their fortunes for to mend,
And soon there'll be no peasants left,
For all will on the King attend.
300 _N._ What mockery's this?
_P._ Nay, Sir, I know
That some poor Christians even so
From toil shall have deliverance.
_Re-enter the Chaplain._
_C._ Have you, my lord, by any chance
Yet spoken to the King of me?
_N._ I've had no opportunity.
_C._ The remedy may be delayed
Another three years, I'm afraid.
_N._ The King's so busy, now with France,
Now with the Turk, and now the Pope,
310 And other matters of high scope,
And with such careful secrecy
That I can see but little hope.
I'm always there at the levée,
But get no long talk with the King
In which to settle anything.
Meanwhile you may still serve with me
Until I find an opening.
_C._ Sir, I would have the matter brought
To a conclusion.
_N._ To conclusion?
320 Yes, and perhaps better than you thought.
_C._ Conclusion here I see in nought,
In everything only confusion.
Sir, a cope and a chasuble too
Have I in your service quite worn out:
Pay me the wages that are due.
_N._ Could you now but from East to West
Discover us the latitude
So, since your voice's not of the best,
You might win the King's gratitude.
330 _C._ Sir, I perceive you do but jest:
Would you pay me with a platitude?
(_He goes out._)
_P._ The King should take him, since he's cheap
At any price, is such a fighter:
He's from our village, and the sheep
Was in his boyhood wont to keep,
And now he's searching for a mitre.
But there's no chaplain of them all
Could ever bring him to a fall,
And Labaredas is his name.
340 _N._ But here Cotão's yclept the same,
The noblest in the land withal.
Now he demands what's his by right
As though 'twere not as easy quite
For me all Turkey's lands to burn,
Since any service to requite
Gives one a melancholy turn.
_Pero Vaz, a carrier, comes with a parcel of clothes for the nobleman
and enters with jingling of bells, singing:_
The snow is on the hills,
the hills so cold and high,
I saw a maiden of the hills,
graceful and fair, pass by.
(_Speaking:_)
Go on there, _arré_, my fine mule,
350 You cost me in the market-place
Seven thousand and nine hundred réis
And a kick in the eye for the tax-gatherer fool.
Get on, my roan. And add thereto
The portion of five hundred too
That Nuno Ribeiro had to pay:
All this, my mule, was paid for you.
Get on, _arré_, upon your way,
For the afternoons now are the best of the day,
Get on, you brute, get on, I say,
360 Look you the crupper's all awry
And see, right round is pulled the girth:
Candosa wines bring little mirth
To any such poor fool as I.
(_He sings:_)
The snow is on the hills,
the hills so cold and high,
I saw a maiden of the hills,
graceful and fair, pass by.
(_He speaks:_)
Curse you, go on, _arré_, I say,
And now you're going all askew
As one who would at skittles play:
Come up, my mule, _arré_, _arré_.
370 But if I once begin with you
I'll make you groan upon your way.
By my Theresa, you'd lose your load,
You would, would you, upon the road?
But I'll not give you any rest
Nor leave flies leisure to molest.
(_He sings:_)
I saw a maiden of the hills, graceful and fair, pass by,
And towards her then went I with great courtesy.
(_He speaks:_)
Yes, and I would have you sigh
For the Aveiro bakeress,
380 For the inn you'll come to by and by
And then we'll off with the packsaddle
And the innkeeper we'll straddle
If he have not, to slake our thirstiness,
Good wine at threepence and kid at less,
And for hard bread soft buttermilk,
A fair wench to serve and sheets of silk,
If the floor's strewn with rushes the night be long,
If it hails, be the roof both new and strong,
When the lamp burns dim welcome fiddler's strain.
390 Hold up, there! At your tricks again?
Bandy-legged brute, shall I prevail,
If I rain down barnacles on your tail,
To make you look where you are going.
To the Devil with you! He'll be knowing
How to handle your like without fail.
'And towards her then went I with great courtesy:
Will you, said I, lady, of my company?'
_Vasco Afonso, another carrier, comes along and they meet on the road,
and Pero Vaz says:_
_P._ Ho, Vasco Afonso, where goest thou?
_V._ Look you, I go along the road.
400 _P._ Without thy bells nor any load?
_V._ They were stolen from me even now
By a cursed robber at the inn.
_P._ We had a drink there as we came.
_V._ Whose, Pero Vaz, is all this stuff?
_P._ A nobleman's, Devil take the same,
Him and his suit of clothes and all.
_V._ Yes, 'tis a bundle large enough.
_P._ It takes the mule from head to tail.
_V._ One cannot say it's load is small.
410 _P._ Look you, now they will not graze
And when through open moors we pass
They nibble at the heather roots.
_V._ Leave them, Pero Vaz, to go their ways,
For very parched is here the grass,
And they won't touch the broom's green shoots.
What is to thee for carriage given?
_P._ I do not know, so help me Heaven.
_V._ What! didst thou not then fix a price?
Thou'st caught then in a pretty vice.
420 _P._ I left it to his good faith to pay
Whate'er he saw was due to me.
_V._ Left it to his good faith, you say!
And what then if he hasn't any
And has to go to look for it?
O thou hast done most foolishly:
I'll wager thee an honest penny
That thou'lt repent thy coming yet.
_P._ He put his hand--see here how--
Upon his beard and swore that I
430 Should be paid my money faithfully.
_V._ Was it a proper beard, look you now,
On which this oath of his was heard,
Or a mere straggling moustache?
_P._ Nay, as there is a God above,
A judge who will the right approve,
A nobleman will keep his word.
_V._ Thou knowest right well, Pero Vaz,
There are nobles now who scarcely know
Whether they're noblemen or no.
440 How is thy wife now? Is she well?
And thy other property?
_P._ That's there all right.
_V._ Well, and she?
_P._ She ran away. _V._ Impossible!
How sad thou must be feeling, why
Bad luck to it. _P._ In faith not I.
[_To his mule_] Come up there, must you ever go
Just where the cork-trees come so low?--
What has it to do with me?
_V._ Thou must needs be hurt thereby
450 When the innkeepers laugh at thee.
_P._ No, that doesn't make me tremble.
Vasco Afonso, look to thy mule,
It's going to lie down on the ground.
_V._ Thou feelest it but canst dissemble.
_P._ O no, I don't. Thou know'st as a rule
What women are all the summer round:
So much for any regret that I
Might feel for her now she is gone.
460 And as for people's laughter, why
As was her will so has she done:
She went away to her own loss
And leaves me not one tooth the worse.
I'm hale and hearty as I was,
Vasco Afonso, no change there is:
The son still of Afonso Vaz,
Grandson of the mason Jan Diz
And Branca Annes my grandmother
Of Abrantes: nor one way nor the other
470 It touches me. And yet I grieve
That she was partly in the right
And was not utterly to blame,
For I was ever wont to leave
Her lonely there while every night
To sleep at the inn with my mules I came.
I wished thus that she might remain
As a refuge for my old age,
Like a Medina counterpane,
But she saw through me and alack
480 Must view the matter in a rage
And go off on another track.
_V._ And what wilt thou do now, I pray?
_P._ I'll sleep at Cornaga's inn to-day
And at Cucanha's to-morrow.
So get thee on upon thy way,
And I'll on this errand to my sorrow
And we'll see how it will pay.
_He goes singing:_
'Will you,' said I, 'lady, of my company?'
But 'Sir knight, pass on your way,' said she unto me.
490 _Page._ Sir, the carrier is here,
He has brought the clothes for you,
For the sound of the bells I hear.
_N._ Look to it all of you with care.
_Pero._ Hold up mule, you son of a Jew.
Where shall I put the clothes, say, where?
_P._ Good morrow to you, good Pero.
_Pe._ God keep your worship even so.
_P._ By the Folgosas did you go?
_Pe._ Yes, that way was my journey made
500 And to-day is just a week ago
Since in your aunts' house there I stayed.
_P._ What was my father doing now?
_Pe._ Hoeing the vines in the sweat of his brow,
In great heat and weariness.
_P._ And my mother?
_Pe._ She was up the dale
Driving the herd--all in tatters her dress--
Out towards Cobelo's Vale.
[_To the mule_] Be quiet there. The greedy brute.
And yourself how do these times suit?
510 _P._ I'm flourishing like anything.
_Pe._ In faith you're growing fine and tall,
And may God give you health withal.
_P._ I'm my lord's page and may advance
To be the page who bears the lance.
_Pe._ What, is a nobleman so great?
That's for an Emperor, and the King
Of France, I see, must mind his state.
_P._ And more, I may go on to be
A knight of the nobility.
520 _Pe._ Nay, by the Lord, John, listen to me:
That were t'expect without good ground
A watch-dog to become a hound.
To the peasant far more honour doth
Coarse sacking than your flimsy cloth.
And to set his hand to till the soil
And for the nobleman by birth
To have men on his ways to toil
And let the rustic plough the earth.
For in Flanders and in Germany,
530 In Venice and the whole of France,
They live well and reasonably
And thus win deliverance
From the woes that are here to hand.
For there the peasant on the land
Doth the peasant's daughter wed,
Nor further seeks to raise his head,
And even so the skilled workmen too
Those only of their own class woo,
By law is it so orderèd.
540 And there the nobility
Serve kings and lords of high degree
And do so with a lowly heart
And simple, for their needs are small,
And the sons of the peasants for their part
Sow and reap the crops for all.
_P._ I'll go and announce you now.
_Pe._ Go and announce to your heart's fill:
By the solemn God of Heaven I vow
There are gods here more solemn still.
550 _P._ Sir, they've brought the clothes for you,
And the carrier's at the door;
Please to tell me, Sir, therefore,
Who is to pay him what is due.
_N._ That's what I should like to know.
What business is it of yours? You go
And look to what they've brought for me:
Stow it away in safety
And trouble about nothing more.
_P._ From over against Viseu is he
560 And properly belongs to me
Since I it was answered the door.
_The carrier comes in and says:_
_Pe._ Sir, I've brought the goods, you see,
For your worship, they're not small,
Here they are, pack-mules and all.
_N._ This is the strangest carrier's jargon
That has ever come my way.
A thousand crowns for you, a bargain.
_Pe._ Nay, Sir, I would have you pay
Simply what you owe to me,
570 For I must straightway be gone.
_N._ And what may the carriage be?
_Pe._ Sixteen hundred reis: you alone
Would I charge so little, Sir.
_N._ Go speak with my head messenger
For he's master of the horses
And the mules' astrologer:
Let him in a neat account
Fairly reckon the amount,
What is due, and how bought, how sold,
580 For this customary course is
Ever followed in my household.
And if he's absent by some chance,
And I _believe_ he is in France,
Then return some other day
And for the present go your way.
And your pay is in your hand.
_Pe._ I wish I had it in my feet.
O woe is me, O by my mother!
_N._ And have you a father and a brother?
590 _Pe._ Jest not but pay me as is meet,
For I come from beyond the moor,
Return I cannot to the Court.
_N._ Whenever you come to town my door
Is open: lodge with my men you must.
_Pe._ Never again will I put trust
In any noble of this sort,
Not though St Matthew himself exhort.
_N._ To making friends your thoughts incline,
Such friends as I especially,
600 For money is but vanity.
_Pe._ To the devil with such friends, say I,
Who cozen me of what is mine.
_The carrier goes away and another nobleman comes and the first nobleman
says:_
_1st N._ O how well you time your visit
And your coming is most kind.
_2nd N._ Sir, it is not doubtful, is it?,
That to serve you I'm inclined.
And I would not have it said
Out of sight is out of mind.
_1st N._ A large sum of money I
610 To a goldsmith have just paid
For some silver he inlaid.
To a carrier too, though why
I should pay him scarce appears,
Or how he won what he obtains.
_2nd N._ So ill-gotten are their gains
That they rob your very ears.
_1st N._ Nay by the consecrated Host
And the Holy God of Heaven
Their onslaught is more fierce almost
620 Than that of wolves on a sheepfold even.
Why my very chaplain too
For the little work he does for me
By whatever saints there be
Yea and by the Gospels true
For his prayers I must be willing
To give him for each mass a shilling.
There's not in Portugal a man
More liable to pay than I:
Nor one who is from love so free.
630 _2nd N._ Ah keep yourself from its fell ban,
For lovers' joys and misery
I think will be the end of me.
_1st N._ For all the ladies upon earth
I would not give a halfpenny:
Frankly I say that's what they're worth.
_2nd N._ A lover gentle, you must know,
As I excels in delicacy,
By my faith 'tis even so.
And who should a fair lady's eyes
640 Behold and not be lost in sighs?
And their pretty ways that lead
You to toils in which indeed
You will find no thoroughfare:
Only infinite thorns and care.
_1st N._ Nevermore for lady I
Shall be made to pine or sigh.
But if she have fine estate
Thither then will my eyes turn
And my heart begin to burn,
650 Let the profit be but great.
Dance she ne'er so gracefully,
Skilfully with nimble feet,
Be she sensible, discreet,
And fairest of all fair to see:
If of her father I have no profit,
Much good, I say, may she have of it.
Do not you be so lovelorn,
For 'tis scarcely to be borne,
Love? nay madness, verily.
660 _2nd N._ By your way of it, I see,
I the husbandman discover
And in very sooth 'twill be
A fine story this for me
Of the farmer turning lover.
_1st N._ O mock me, Sir, if mock you can.
_2nd N._ Sir, the perfect gentleman
Doth not link his lady fair
With what her father may possess.
Nor descries he other scope,
670 Nor sighs for greater happiness
Than 'In the tresses of thy hair,'
For indeed is all his hope
Centred in that single song,
And 'Sorrows to him alone belong,'
And 'If they say so, let it be,'
And 'Who, my love, hath vexèd thee?'
I will sing and gloss them too,
All these songs both old and new.
_1st N._ Sir, you are so fierce and brave
680 That I'm half afraid of you:
By the holy books you have
A wont to carry with high hand
Even what you can't command.
_2nd N._ You mock me, yet 'tis but to prove
That as you mock you understand.
For I must far above you stand,
Since if you are exempt from love
'Tis at least for you to know
That where I go you cannot go.
690 When you are a lover, then
A discretion more profound
And subtlety your mind may fill:
The lover's world's beyond your ken,
A different world that's to be found
In regions further than Brazil.
O my world, the only true one,
O the right I fight for oft,
Sweet illusions that pursue one!
_1st N._ O the straw that's in my loft!
700 For a world of straw is mine
That all wants for a year will meet,
And I have a world of wheat
And will sell to all beholders,
And a head upon my shoulders.
But, my friend, I will not pine
For love, nor weep throughout the years
Mourning in this vale of tears.
_2nd N._ Farewell, you have no sentiment
And are stiff-necked exceedingly,
710 All that's not worth an ancient saw.
But me it grieves to see so spent
A noble's life most witlessly,
Since he's become a man of straw.
FINIS
TRAGICOMEDIA PASTORIL DA SERRA DA ESTRELLA
Tragicomedia Pastoril da Serra da Estrella.
Tragicomedia pastoril feyta & representada ao muyto poderoso & catholico
Rey dom Ioam o terceyro deste nome em Portugal ao parto da serenissima &
muy alta Raynha dona Caterina nossa senhora & nacimento da illustrissima
iffante dona Maria, que depois foy princesa de Castella, na cidade de
Coimbra na era do senhor de M.D.xxvij.
Entra logo a serra da estrela & diz:
¶ Prazer que fez abalar
tal serra comeu da estrela
faraa engrandecer o mar
e faraa baylar Castela
5 & o ceo tambem cantar.
Determino logo essora
ir a Coimbra assi inteyra
em figura de pastora,
feyta serrana da beyra
10 como quem na beyra mora.
¶ E leuarey la comigo
minhas serranas trigueyras,
cada qual com seu amigo,
& todalas ouelheyras
15 que andam no meu pacigo.
E das vacas mais pintadas
& das ouelhas meyrinhas
pera dar apresentadas
aa Raynha das Raynhas,
20 cume das bem assombradas.
¶ Sendo Raynha tamanha
veo ca aa serra embora
parir na nossa montanha
outra princesa despanha
25 como lhe demos agora,
hũa rosa imperial
como a muy alta Isabel,
imagem de Gabriel,
repouso de Portugal,
30 seu precioso esperauel.
¶ Bem sabe Deos o que faz.
PARVO. Bofe nam sabe nem isto;
a virgem Maria si;
mas cantelle nam he bo
35 nega pera queymar vinhas.
SERRA. Isso has tu de dizer?
PARVO. Quem? Deos? juro a Deos
que nam faz nega o que quer.
La em Coimbra estaueu
40 quando a mesma raynha
pario mesmo em cas din Rey,
eu vos direy como foy.
Ella mesma, benzaa Deos,
estaua mesmo no paço,
45 quella, quando ha de parir,
poucas vezes anda fora.
¶ Ora a mesma camareyra
porque he mesma de Castella,
rogou aa mesma parteyra
50 que fizesse delle ella--
pere qui vay a carreyra--
sabeis porque?
Porque a mesma Empenatriz
pario mesmo Empenador
55 e agora estam auiados.
Mas quando minha mãy paria
como a virgem a liuraua
tanto se lhe dauella
que fosse aquelle como aquella
60 se nam ouos hũa vez.
¶ Vem Gonçalo, hũ pastor da serra, ̃q
vem da corte & vem cantando:
¶ Volaua la pega y vayse.
Quem me la tomasse!
Andaua la pega
no meu cerrado,
65 olhos morenos, bico dourado
quem me la tomasse!
Falado.
¶ Pardeos muy aluoraçada
anda a nossa serra agora.
70 SERRA. Gonçalo, venhas embora
porque eu estou abalada
pera sair de mi fora.
Queriauos ajuntar
logo logo muyto asinha
75 pera yrmos visitar
nossa Senhora a Raynha,
querendo Deos ajudar.
GONÇ. ¶ Eu venho agora de la
& segundo o que eu vi
80 que vamos la bem seraa:
isto crede vos quee assi:
porque dizem que a princesa,
a menina que naceo,
parece cousa do ceo,
85 hũa estrela muyto acesa
que na terra apareceo.
SERRA. ¶ Gonçalo, eu te direy:
ella ja naceo em serra
e do mais fermoso Rey
90 que ha na face da terra,
e de Raynha muyto bella;
& mais naceo em cidade
muyto ditosa pareella
& de grande autoridade.
95 ¶ E mais naceo em bom dia
Martes, deos dos vencim̃etos,
& trouxeram logo os ventos
agoa que se requeria
pera todos mantimentos.
100 PARVO. Aas vezes faz Deos cousas,
cousas faz elle aas vezes,
atrauees como homem diz.
¶ Nega se meu embeleco
vay poer as pipas em seco
105 & enche dagoa o Mondego:
faraa mais hum demenesteco?
engorda os vereadores
& seca as pernas nas moças
de cima bem toos artelhos,
110 & faz os frades vermelhos
& os leygos amarelos
& faz os velhos murzelos.
¶ Enruça os mancebelhões
& nam atenta por nada.
115 Pedemlhe em Coimbra ceuada
& elle delhes mexilhões
& das solhas em cambada.
GONÇ. Vos, serra, se aueis dir
com serranas & pastores
120 primeyro se ham dauyr
hũa manada damores
que nam querem concrudir.
¶ Eu trago na fantesia
de casar com Madanela
125 mas nam sey se querra ella
perol eu bofee queria.
¶ Vem Felipa pastora da serra cãtãdo:
¶ A mi seguem os dous açores,
hum delles moriraa damores.
Dous açores que eu auia
130 aqui andam nesta baylia
hum delles moriraa damores.
Falado.
Gonçalo, viste o meu gado?
dize se o viste embora.
GONÇ. Venho eu da corte agora
135 & diz que lhe de recado.
FEL. Pois ja tu ca es casado,
nega que esperam por ti.
GONÇ. E sem mi me casam a mi?
Ora estou bem auiado.
140 FEL. ¶ Nam ha hi nega casar logo
& fazer vida com ella
senam for com Madanela.
GONÇ. Tiromeu fora do jogo.
FEL. Essa he a milhor do jogo.
145 GONÇ. Essoutra sera alvarenga?
FEL. Mas Catherina meygengra.
GONÇ. Antes me queime mao fogo.
¶ Nam vem a Meygengra a cõto,
que he descuydada perdida,
150 traz a saya descosida
e nam lhe daraa hum ponto.
Oo quantas lend̃es vi nella
e pentear nemigalha,
e por dame aquella palha
155 he mayor o riso quella.
¶ Varre & leyxa o lixo em casa,
come & leyxa ali o bacio,
cada dia a espanca o tio
nega porque tam devassa;
160 Madanela mata a brasa.
Nam cures de mais arenga
e dize tu, mana, a Meygengra
que va amassar outra massa.
FEL. ¶ Ja teu pay tem dada a mão
165 & dada a mão feyto he.
GONÇ. Par deos darlhey eu de pee
comaa casca do melão.
Raivo eu de coração
damores de Madanela.
170 FEL. Meygengra he mais rica quella;
quessa nam tem nem tostam.
GONÇ. Arrenega tu do argem
que me vem a dar tormento,
porque hum soo contentamento
175 val quanto ouro Deos tem.
Deos me dee quem quero bem
ou me tire a vida toda,
com a morte seja a boda
antes que outra me dem.
180 FEL. Eu me you pee ante pee
ver o meu gado onde vay.
GONÇ. E eu quero yr ver meu pay,
veremos comisto he.
¶ Vem Caterina Meyg̃egra cantando:
¶ A serra es alta,
185 o amor he grande,
se nos ouuirane.
FEL. ¶ Onde vas Meygengra mana?
CAT. A novilha vou buscar,
viste ma tu ca andar?
190 FEL. Nam na vi esta somana.
Agora estora vay daqui
Gonçalo que vem da corte;
mana, pesoulhe de sorte
quando lhe faley em ti
195 como se foras a morte,
tente tamanho fastio.
CAT. Inde bem, por minha vida,
porque eu mana sam perdida
por Fernando de meu tio.
200 Seu com elle nam casar
damores mey de finar.
Aborreceme Gonçalo
como o cu do nosso galo,
nam no queria sonhar.
205 FEL. ¶ Se tu nam queres a elle
nem elle tampouco a ti.
CAT. Quanta selle quer a mi
negras maas nouas van delle.
Deos me case com Fernando
210 & moura logo esse dia,
porque me mate a alegria
como o nojo vay matando.
¶ Oo Fernando de meu tio
que eu vi polo meu pecado!
215 FEL. Fernando, esse teu damado,
casaua comigo a furto.
CAT. Dize, rogoto, ha muito?
FEL. Este sabado passado.
CAT. Oo Jesu, como he maluado,
220 & os hom̃es cheos denganos,
que por mi vay em tres annos
que diz que he demoninhado.
¶ Felipa, gingras tu ou nam?
Isso creo que he chufar,
225 e se tu queres gingrar
nam me des no coraçam,
que o que doe nam he zõbar.
FEL. Elle veo ter comigo
bem oo penedo da palma
230 & disse: Felipa, minhalma,
rayuo por casar com tigo;
Digo eu, digo:
Vay, vay nadar, que faz calma.
CAT. ¶ Olha tu se zombaua elle.
235 FEL. Bem conheço eu zombaria:
vi eu, porque eu nam queria,
correr as lagrimas delle.
CAT. Maos choros chorem por elle,
que assi chora elle comigo
240 & vayselhe o gado oo trigo
& sois nam olha parelle.
FEL. ¶ Eu vou casuso ao cabeço
por ver se vejo o meu gado.
CAT. Tal me deyxas por meu fado
245 que do meu todo mesqueço.
Quem soubesse no começo
o cabo do que começa
porque logo se conheça
o queu jagora conheço.
¶ Vem Fernando cantando:
250 ¶ Com que olhos me olhaste
que tam bem vos pareci?
Tam asinha moluidaste?
quem te disse mal de mi?
CAT. ¶ A que ṽes, Fernãdo hõrrado?
255 Ver Felipa tua senhora?
Venhas muito da maa hora
pera ti e pera o gado.
FERN. Catalina! Catalina! assi
tolhes ma fala, Catalina?
260 Olha yeramaa pera mi,
pois que me tu sees assi
carrancuda e tam mofina
quem te disse mal de mi?
Com que olhos me olhaste, &c.
265 CAT. ¶ Dize, rogoto, Fernando,
porque me trazes vendida?
Se Felipa he a tua querida
porque me andas enganando?
FERN. Eu mouro, tu estaas zombando.
270 CAT. Oo que nam zombo, Jesu.
Nam casauas coella tu?
FERN. Eu estou della chufando.
¶ Catalina, esta he a verdade,
nam creias a ninguem nada,
275 que tu me tens bem atada
alma & a vida & a vontade.
CAT. Pois que choraste coella
nam ha hi mais no querer.