Sancho Panza in His Island: Comic Opera in One Act (1771) - Page 10

In her wake one will see

Lackeys, pages:

In the richest carriages,

My daughter will shine:

Large open eyes, gaping mouth,

All the people will ask

Who is this Infanta;

One will answer her:

It is the daughter, etc.

At Court she will appear,

The King himself will go to take her;

The Queen will embrace her,

Every courtier will envy

The happiness of my son-in-law,

And that of the papa.

Everyone will say:

It is the daughter, etc.

LOPE TOCHO.

But listen to a reason... What is the matter with you, Dame Therese?

THERESE, hiding herself with her apron.

Oh! That drives me to despair. (She stamps her foot.) Yes, all those grandeurs will be the ruin of your daughter, one knows well where one comes from, one does not know where one is going; I have never liked airs; I am called Therese, and my Father Cascayo, and that is all. Indeed, even if our Daughter were to pass through the village with her fine quality finery, they would not fail to say: eh! look at that Miss; four days ago she was spinning tow, and wearing a napkin on her head; now she is in high society; but there is no fire without smoke: the Father is Governor; yes, yes, it is rather the Daughter who is Governess; and this and that; oh! I will shut their mouths well, myself; and as long as I have my five or six natural senses, Sancha will not be a Princess; I will never give my consent to it.

SANCHO.

Chatterbox that you are, you may say what you like, you may scream, it is resolved in my head; Sancha will be a Countess even if you were to die from it.