W. Would you be so cruel to a poor widow woman? O, what a sad thing is poverty, abandoned by all!
M. No more, senhora.
W. Will you not be content now with 20,000, one half?
M. No, nor 25,000, I may tell you.
W. Well, let me have them, plague upon it.
Moça
Senhor, uma dona honrada
’Stá aqui pera vos fallar.
Mercador