The Visions of Dom Francisco de Quevedo VillegasQuevedo, Francisco de
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The Visions of Dom Francisco de Quevedo Villegas
Quevedo, Francisco de
Satire; Spanish literature -- Translations into English
divine all that’s told them, and raise people to life again; that
counterfeit sick, when they should work, and give an honest man to the
devil with a _Deo gratias_. These are the devils I would be at; these
are they that have damned me; look them out, and find them for me, ye
impudent hag, or I shall be so bold as to search your French hood for
them.” And with that word he fell on upon the poor gouvernante, tore off
her head-gear, and laid about him so furiously that there would have been
no getting him off, if Lucifer had not made use of his absolute authority
to quiet him.
Immediately upon the composing of this fray we heard the shooting of bars
and bolts, the opening of doors and hinges that creaked for want of
grease, and a strange humming of a great number of people. The first
that appeared were a company of bold, talkative, and painted old women;
but as bonny and gamesome, tickling and toying with one another, as if
they had never seen thirteen; and carrying it out with an air of much
satisfaction and content. The babbler was somewhat scandalised at their
behaviour, and told them how ill they did to be merry in hell; and
several others admired it as much, and asked them the reason of it,
considering their condition. With that one of the gang, that was
wretchedly thin and pale, and raised upon a pair of heels that made her
legs longer than her body, told Lucifer, with great respect, that at
their first coming they were as sad as it was possible for a company of
damned old jades to be. “But,” says she, “we were a little comforted
when we heard of no other punishments here, than weeping and gnashing of
teeth, and in some hope to come off upon reasonable terms; for we have
not among us all so much as a drop of moisture in our bodies, nor a tooth
in our heads.” “Search them presently,” cried the intermeddler, “squeeze
the balls of their eyes, and let their gums be examined, you’ll find
snags, stumps, or roots; or enough of somewhat or other there to spoil
the jest.” Upon the scrutiny they were found so dry that they were good
for nothing in the world but to serve for tinder or matches, and so they
were disposed of into the devils’ tinder-boxes.
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