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The Visions of Dom Francisco de Quevedo Villegas
Quevedo, Francisco de
Satire; Spanish literature -- Translations into English
I was scarce gone three steps farther, but I was got into so hideous a
dark place that it was e’en a mercy we knew where we were. There was
first at the entrance, Divine Justice, which was most dreadful to behold;
and a little beyond stood Vice, with a countenance of the highest pride
and insolence imaginable; there was Ingratitude, Malice, Ignorance,
obstinate and incorrigible Infidelity, brutish and headstrong
Disobedience, rash and imperious Blasphemy, with garments dipped in
blood, eyes sparkling, and a hundred pair of chops, barking at
Providence, and vomiting rage and poison. I went in (I confess) with
fear and trembling, and there I saw all the sects of idolaters and
heretics, that ever yet appeared upon the stage of the universe; and at
their feet, in a glorious array, was lascivious Barbara, second wife to
the Emperor Sigismund, and the queen of harlots: one that agreed with
Messalina in this, that virginity was both a burden and a folly; and that
in her whole life she was never either wearied or satisfied; but herein
she went beyond her, in that she held the mortality as well of the soul
as of the body; but she was now better instructed, and burnt like a
bundle of matches.
Passing forward still, I spied a fellow in a corner, all alone, with the
flames about his ears, gnashing his teeth and blaspheming through fury
and despair. I asked him what he was, and he told me he was Mahomet.
“Why, then,” said I, “thou art the damnedest reprobate in hell, and hast
brought more wretches hither than half the world beside: and Lucifer has
done well to allot thee a quarter here by thyself, for certainly thou
hast well deserved the first place in his dominions. But since every man
chooses to talk of what he loves, I prithee, good impostor, tell me,
what’s the reason that thou hast forbidden wine to all thy disciples?”
“Oh,” says he, “I have made them so drunk with my Alchoran they need no
tipple.” “But why hast thou forbidden them swines’ flesh too?” said I.
“Because,” says he, “I would not affront the jambon; for water upon
gammon would be false heraldry. And beside I never loved my people well
enough to afford them the pleasure, either of the grape or the spare-rib.
Nay, and for fear they should chance to grope out the way to heaven, I
have established my power and my dominion by force of arms; without
subjecting my laws to idle disputes and discourses of reason. Indeed
there is little of reason in my precepts, and I would have as little in
their obedience. A world of disciples I have, but I think they follow me
more out of appetite than religion, or for the miracles I work. I allow
them liberty of conscience; they have as many women as they please, and
do what they list, provided they meddle not with the Government. But
look about ye now, and you’ll find that there are more knaves than
Mahomet.”
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