The Life of Lazarillo of Tormes: His Fortunes and Misfortunes as Told by HimselfAnonymous
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The Life of Lazarillo of Tormes: His Fortunes and Misfortunes as Told by Himself
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Picaresque literature, Spanish; Spain -- Social conditions -- 16th century -- Fiction; Spanish fiction -- Translations into English
The parents had stayed behind in the house, and they closed the
door and went to take revenge on the bawd. But she had heard the
noise and knew what the cause of it was, and she went out a back
door with the eternal bride-to-be right behind her. So the
parents found themselves totally taken in. They came back down
to take their revenge out on me, and I was all crippled up,
unable to move. If it hadn't been for that, I would have been
right behind that fellow who had caused all my damage. The
brothers came in sweating and panting, vowing and swearing that
since they hadn't caught that wretch, they would kill their
sister and the go-between. But when they were told they had
gotten away by the back door, there was swearing and cursing
everywhere.
One of them said, "If only the Devil himself were here right now
with all his hellish throng: I would polish them off like flies.
Come on, you devils, come on! But what am I calling you for? I
know that where you are, you're so afraid of my temper you
wouldn't dare show yourselves here. If I'd seen that coward, I
would only have had to breathe hard on him, and he would have
blown so far away you'd never hear of him again."
The other one said, "If I had caught up with him, I wouldn't have
left a piece of him bigger than his ear. But if he's to be found
anywhere in this world--or even if he's not--he won't escape my
hands. I'll get him even if he hides in the center of the
earth."
They kept on with these boasts and other empty threats, and poor
Lazaro was expecting all those heavy clouds to unload on him.
But he was more afraid of the ten or twelve little boys there
than of those braggers. Everyone, old and young, attacked me in
a fury: some kicked me, others hit me with their fists; some
pulled my hair, others boxed my ears. My fear hadn't been in
vain because the girls stuck long penny needles into me, and that
made me cry out at the top of my lungs. The family slaves
pinched me until I saw stars.
Some of them said, "Let's kill him."
Others said, "Better yet, let's throw him in the privy."
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