Count Alarcos; a Tragedy Part 23

Who drinks, first c.h.i.n.ks.

IV:1:16 1ST BRAVO.

The debtor is stoned every day. There will be water-work to-morrow, and that will wash it out. You know me?

IV:1:17 GRAUS.

In a long journey and a small inn, one knows one's company.

IV:1:18 2ND BRAVO.

Come, I'll give, but I won't share. Fill up.

IV:1:19 GRAUS.

That's liberal; my way; full measure but prompt pezos; I loathe your n.i.g.g.ards.

IV:1:20 1ST BRAVO.

As the little tailor of Campillo said, who worked for nothing, and found thread.

[To the other BRAVO.]

Nay, I'll not refuse; we know each other.

IV:1:21 2ND BRAVO.

We've seen the stars together.

IV:1:22 AN OLD MAN.

Burgos is not what it was.

IV:1:23 5TH BRAVO.

[waking]

Sleep ends and supper begins. The olla, the olla, Mother Flix;

[shaking a purse]

there's the dinner bell.

IV:1:24 2ND BRAVO.

That will bring courses.

IV:1:25 1ST BRAVO.

An a.s.s covered with gold has more respect than a horse with a pack-saddle.

IV:1:26 5TH BRAVO.

How for that a.s.s?

IV:1:27 2ND BRAVO.

Nay, the sheep should have his belly full who quarrels with his mate.

IV:1:28 5TH BRAVO.

But how for that a.s.s?

IV:1:29 A FRIAR.

[advancing]

Peace be with ye, brethren! A meal in G.o.d's name.

IV:1:30 5TH BRAVO.

Who asks in G.o.d's name, asks for two. But how for that a.s.s?

IV:1:31 FLIX.

[bringing the olla]

Nay, an ye must brawl, go fight the Moors. 'Tis a peaceable house, and we sleep quiet o' nights.

IV:1:32 5TH BRAVO.

Am I an a.s.s?

IV:1:33 FLIX.

He is an a.s.s who talks when he might eat.

IV:1:34 5TH BRAVO.

A Secadon sausage! Come, mother, I'm all peace; thou'rt a rare hand.

As in thy teeth, comrade, and no more on't

IV:1:35 1ST BRAVO.

When I will not, two cannot quarrel.

IV:1:36 OLD MAN.

Everything is changed for the worse.

IV:1:37 FRIAR.

For the love of St. Jago, senors; for the love of St. Jago!

IV:1:38 5TH BRAVO.

When it pleases not G.o.d, the saint can do little.

IV:1:39 2ND BRAVO.

Nay, supper for all, and drink's the best meat. Some have sung for it, some danced. There is no fis.h.i.+ng for trout in dry breeches.

You shall preach.

IV:1:40 FRIAR.

Benedicite, brethren--

IV:1:41 1ST BRAVO.

Nay, no Latin, for the devil's not here.

IV:1:42 2ND BRAVO.