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The Visions of Dom Francisco de Quevedo Villegas
Quevedo, Francisco de
Satire; Spanish literature -- Translations into English
With that, a voice was heard, “Make way there, clear the passage;” and
this was for a bevy of handsome, buxom Bona Roba’s, in their caps and
feathers that came dancing, laughing, and singing of ballads and
lampoons, and as merry as the day was long. But they quickly changed
their note, for so soon as ever they saw the hideous looks of the devils,
they fell into violent fits of the mother; beating their breasts, and
tearing their hair, with all the horror and fury imaginable. There was
an angel offered in their favour that they had been great frequenters of
Our Lady’s chapel. “Yes, yes,” cried a devil, “less of her chapel, and
more of her virtue, would have done well.” There was a notable whipster,
among the rest, that confessed the devil had reason. And then her trial
came on, for making a cloak of a sacrament, and only marrying, that she
might play the whore with privilege, and never want a father for her
bastards. It was her fortune alone to be condemned; and going along,
“Well!” she cried; “if I had thought ’twould have come to this, I should
ne’er have troubled myself with so many masses.”
And now, after long waiting, came Judas and Mahomet upon the stage, and
to them Jack of Leyden. Up comes an officer and asked which of the three
was Judas. “I am he,” quoth Jack of Leyden. “Nay, but I am Judas,”
cried Mahomet. “They’re a couple of lying rascals,” says Judas himself,
“for I am the man: only the rogues make use of my name to save their
credit. ’Tis true I sold my Master once, and the world has ever since
been the better for’t; but these villains sell Him and themselves too
every hour of the day, and there follows nothing but misery and
confusion.” So they were all three packed away to their disciples.
The angel that kept the book found that the serjeants and remembrancers
were to come on next; whereupon they were called, and appeared; but the
court was not much troubled with them, for they confessed guilty at first
word, and so were tied up without any more ado.
The next that appeared was an astrologer, loaden with almanacks, globes,
astrolabes, etc., making proclamation as loud as he could bawl that there
must needs be a gross mistake in the reckoning, for Saturn had not
finished his course, and the world could not be yet at an end. One of
the devils that saw how he came provided, and looked upon him as his own
already: “A provident slave,” quoth he, “I warrant him, to bring his
firing along with him. But this I must needs tell ye,” says he to the
mathematician, “’tis a strange thing, ye should create so many heavens in
your life, and go to the devil for want of one after your death.” “Nay,
for going,” cried the astrologer, “ye shall excuse me; but if you’ll
carry me, well and good.” And immediately order was given to carry him
away and pay the porter.
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