"Your eyes are killing Christians, Moorish women!"
"Hi, hi, hi! Don't be tickling me, dueña!"
"Is my face rosy, you bumpkin?"
"It smells of roses, by my faith!"
"Who is the jade that's crushing me?"
"I swear it's an old witch; has she come here to cast the evil eye on the bride and bridegroom?"
"You brute, you are crushing in my breast with your elbows."
"A thousand legions of demons! my pocket-handkerchief has been stolen."
"Oh, my silk petticoat is falling off!"
"Confound those court festivals."