Sancho Panza in His Island: Comic Opera in One Act

Yes. That is the fact of the matter. I already have the word of your daughter and that of your wife. I could well have done without yours, but out of politeness...

Do you know that I need all my common sense not to answer you with a thousand foolish things? Ah! absolutely not; it is not in our vineyards that you will come to look for pearls. Just listen to them, giving the daughter of a Governor to a peasant.

Good heavens, a Peasant! Do you not want to marry your daughter in a Palace, where she will not even have the wit to walk, so that people will mock her and you? No, Sancha has serge petticoats, that suits her better than silk shoes; everyone must measure themselves by their own yardstick: indeed, one would call my daughter Madame: and me! one would therefore have to call me my Queen.

Courage, continue.

Will you soon be finished, obstinate and stubborn woman; when Fortune is at the door, must one close it in her face? Do you always want to stay in your same state; without rising or falling, like a tapestry figure... Here I am Governor; I want my Daughter to be a Countess, a Baroness, and perhaps even a Duchess, according to my fancy.