F. You don’t say where Madanella is gone.
C. Why do you ask for her?
F. Because so fortune wills.
C. A plague upon you.
J. Really, Catalina? Well, if I had known this, I wouldn’t have given you the distaff that I brought from Santarem.[43]
THE DISCONTENTED PEASANT
Frei Paço. What are you grumbling at, peasant?
Peasant. At God, who clearly has a great spite against me.
F.P. But what do you complain of?
P. He drives me to despair.