_F. 1^o._ Vos, senhor, vindes tão brauo 680 que eu eyuos medo ja: polos sanctos auangelhos que leuais tudo ao cabo la onde cabo nam ha.
_F. 2^o._ Zombaes, & daes a entender zombando que mentendeis. Pois de vos muy alto sou, porque deueis de saber que se damor nam sabeis nam podeis yr onde vou. 690 ¶ Quando fordes namorado vireis a ser mais profundo, mais discreto e mais sotil, porque o mundo namorado he la, senhor, outro mundo, que estaa alem do Brasil. Oo meu mundo verdadeyro! oo minha justa batalha! mundo do meu doce engano!
_F. 1^o._ Oo palha do meu palheyro, 700 que tenho hum mundo de palha, palha ainda dora a hum anno; e tenho hum mundo de trigo para vender a essa gente: bom cabeça tem Morale. Nam quero damor, amigo andar gemente & flente in hac lachrymarum valle.
_F._ 2^o. Voume: vos não sois sentido, sois muy duro do pescoço, 710 não val isso nemigalha: pesame de ver perdido hum homem fidalgo ençosso, pois tem a vida na palha.
53. _perlongueis_ A, B. _prolongueis_ C, D, E.
128. _o gaiteyro_ A. _ó gaiteiro_ C, D, E.
183. _oriuez_ and infra _our._ A; _oriuz_ B. _see_ A; _seee_ B; _s'he_ C.
503. _Cauaua andando o bacelo_ A, B. _Cavando andava bacelo_ C.
513. _sou_ A; _sam_ C [cf. 591]. _señor_ B.
518. _ey de perchegar_ A, B. _hei de chegar_ C.
591. _sam_ A; _sou_ C [cf. 513]. _da Sertãy_ A, B; _do sertão_ C.
604. _maa_ A. _me a_ C. _& gran saber maa_ B.
675. _e se o disserem digão_--_Alma minha_ C.
703. _vender essa essa gente_ A. _a essa_ B, C.
FINIS. B omits _Finis_ and has: _Vanse estas figuras & acabouse esta farsa. Laus Deo_
_The following farce was played before the very powerful and excellent King Dom João III of Portugal in his city of Coimbra in the year of the Lord 1526. Its argument is that a nobleman with a very small income lived in great state and had his own chaplain, goldsmith and other officials, whom he never paid. His chaplain seeing himself penniless and in tatters enters, saying:_
_Chaplain._ In such straits I cannot pray, So to lessen my distress And to win lightheartedness I'll walk along this Sandy Way And, the cares that on me press To soothe, the old romance I'll gloss "I was in Coimbra city" Since Coimbra without pity Brings us to such dearth and loss. 10 I was in Coimbra city That is built so gracefully, In the plains of the Mondego Straw nor barley could I see. Thereupon, ah me! I reckoned 'Twas a trap set artfully For the horses of the Court And the mule that carried me Ill I augured when I saw The young maize cut so lavishly 20 And selling for its weight in gold: O my mule, I grieve for thee! In the plain along the river I saw a host in battle free Not of men, of mice the host was, They were fighting furiously. There are cabbages--in Biscay And there's meat--in Brittany. I'm chaplain to a nobleman, Poor as a church-mouse is he; 30 On great show his heart is set Although his household famished be, Rustic louts he has for pages And all goes disastrously. Now will I ask leave of him And demand my salary.