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THE LIFE OF LAZARILLO DE TORMES


[Illustration: _Lazarillo begging._]


THE LIFE OF LAZARILLO DE TORMES

His Fortunes & Adversities

Translated from the Edition of 1554
(Printed at Burgos)

by

SIR CLEMENTS MARKHAM, K.C.B.
D.SC. (CAMB.)

With a Notice of the Mendoza Family,
a Short Life of the Author, Don Diego
Hurtado De Mendoza, a Notice of
the Work, and Some Remarks on the
Character of Lazarillo de Tormes







London
Adam and Charles Black
1908




ANALYTICAL TABLE OF CONTENTS

  INTRODUCTORY

  THE FAMILY OF MENDOZA

                                                                PAGE
  Descent of the author of Lazarillo de Tormes                    xv
  A Mendoza saved the life of King Juan I. of Castille           xvi
  The poet Marquis of Santillana                                xvii
  Children of the Marquis                                      xviii
  Counts of Tendilla                                             xix
  Antiquity of the family                                        xxi

  DON DIEGO HURTADO DE MENDOZA, AUTHOR OF “LAZARILLO DE TORMES”

  Born in the Alhambra                                         xxiii
  At Salamanca                                                  xxiv
  Services in Italy                                             xxiv
  Library                                                       xxiv
  The “Guerra de Granada”                                        xxv
  Last days                                                      xxv
  Death                                                          xxv

  THE BOOK, “LAZARILLO DE TORMES”

  Ticknor’s opinion                                            xxvii
  First edition                                                xxvii
  Value of copies                                             xxviii
  Spurious second parts                                       xxviii
  English translations                                          xxix

  NOTES ON THE CHARACTER OF LAZARO

  His age coincides with the Author’s                           xxxi
  Two destinies                                                xxxii
  Baneful surroundings as a child                             xxxiii
  Good stories well told                                      xxxiii
  Higher qualities                                              xxxv
  Development of character                                      xxxv
  Merits of the work                                           xxxvi


  PROLOGUE

  Lazaro’s reason for relating all the circumstances of
    his life                                                       1
  Motives _not_ to gain money but to win fame                      2
  Success of the poor should be a lesson to the rich               3


  I

  LAZARO RELATES THE WAY OF HIS BIRTH AND TELLS WHOSE SON HE IS

  Parentage of Lazaro                                              4
  Reason of his surname                                            4
  Death of father. Mother in service                               6
  Stepfather. Little brown brother                                 6
  Living on stolen goods                                           7
  Helps at the inn                                                 8


  FIRST MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A BLIND MAN

  Service with the blind man                                      11
  Farewell to his mother                                          11
  Cruel trick of the blind man                                    12
  Sagacity of the blind man                                       15
  The blind man’s resources and avarice                           16
  Inside of the knapsack                                          17
  Contrivance with half blancas                                   17
  Ways of getting at the wine                                     18
  Blind man’s cruel revenge                                       19
  Coolness between them                                           20
  Lazaro beaten. Blind man in the mud                             21
  Sharing a bunch of grapes                                       22
  Trouble about the sausage                                       25
  Lazaro’s revenge                                                28


  SECOND MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CLERGYMAN, AND OF THE THINGS
    THAT HAPPENED TO HIM

  Out of the frying-pan into the fire                             31
  Nothing to eat in the house                                     31
  Lazaro sinking into the silent tomb                             32
  Stinginess of the clergyman                                     33
  Lazaro longs for the funeral feasts                             33
  An angel in form of a locksmith                                 35
  Lazaro happy for a time                                         35
  The priest counts the loaves                                    36
  It was the rats                                                 37
  Rat-hole boarded up                                             38
  Rat-hole reappears                                              41
  Lazaro undid the repairs at night                               41
  Rat-trap adds cheese to Lazaro’s meal                           42
  It must be a snake                                              42
  The key turns traitor                                           43
  Lazaro half killed, and shown the door                          44


  THIRD MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A GENTLEMAN, AND WHAT
    HAPPENED TO HIM

  Lazaro reaches Toledo and seeks for a master                    47
  He enters the service of an esquire                             48
  Taken to the esquire’s house                                    51
  Nothing to eat in the house                                     51
  Trouble ahead about food                                        52
  Shares his bread with his master                                53
  Philosophical views of starvation                               55
  A wretched night                                                55
  The esquire’s outward appearance                                56
  Secrets under the esquire’s cloak                               59
  Lazaro goes for water. What he sees                             60
  Lazaro waits for his master and food                            61
  Successful begging expedition                                   61
  What touches the esquire’s honour                               65
  The esquire longs to share with Lazaro                          65
  Lazaro’s kindness and tact                                      66
  Provides a supper for his master                                67
  Examines the esquire’s clothes                                  68
  Kindly feeling for his master                                   68
  Begging prohibited                                              69
  Kept alive by shop-girls                                        69
  Misery and starvation                                           70
  The esquire bemoans his fate                                    70
  Lazaro’s terror at the dead body coming                         71
  Lazaro bars the door                                            72
  Door unbarred                                                   73
  The esquire’s story                                             73
  His ideas of honour                                             74
  The esquire disappears when asked for the rent                  77
  Creditors search the house                                      78
  Lazaro taken into custody                                       81
  Lazaro deserted by his master                                   82


  FOURTH MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A FRIAR OF THE ORDER
    OF MERCY, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM

  The fourth master does not suit                                 83


  FIFTH MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A SELLER OF PAPAL
    INDULGENCES

  The seller of Indulgences curries favour with the
    parochial clergy                                              84
  Subtle contrivances                                             85
  A sham quarrel                                                  85
  The sermon begun                                                87
  Interruption                                                    87
  Hypocritical prayer                                             88
  Sham miracle                                                    89
  The people taken in                                             90
  The farce continued                                             91
  Lazaro behind the scenes                                        92


  SIXTH MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CHAPLAIN, AND HOW
    HE PROSPERED

  Lazaro becomes a water-carrier                                  95
  Is able to wear good clothes                                    96


  SEVENTH MASTER

  HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CONSTABLE, AND WHAT
    HAPPENED AFTERWARDS

  Lazaro’s prosperity continues                                   97
  Gets a Government appointment                                   97
  The archpriest of St. Saviour’s                                 98
  Lazaro married                                                  98
  Evil tongues                                                    99
  A good understanding                                           100
  Conclusion                                                     103




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

BY STEPHEN BAGHOT DE LA BERE


                                                                PAGE
  Lazarillo begging                                   _Frontispiece_
  Lazarillo helps at the Inn                                       9
  “He answered that he received me, not as his servant but
    as his son”                                                   13
  Tailpiece                                                       29
  “‘It is the rats,’ he declared”                                 39
  Tailpiece                                                       46
  “I followed him over a great part of the city”                  49
  “What there was we spread out”                                  57
  “Gave me a piece of a cow’s foot and several pieces of
    boiled tripe”                                                 63
  “They returned in the afternoon”                                79
  “The news soon spread to the neighbouring villages”             93
  Tailpiece                                                       96
  “But evil tongues are never wanting”                           101

    _Sketch Map of Route at end of Volume._




INTRODUCTORY

THE FAMILY OF MENDOZA


[Sidenote: Descent of the author of _Lazarillo de Tormes_.]

The author of _Lazarillo de Tormes_ was a scion of one of the noblest
families of Spain, and some account of it should precede a notice of
the author’s life.[1]

  [1] Doubt has been thrown on the authorship, but without
  sufficient reason. See Antonio, _Bib. Nov._ i. 291.

Don Diego Lopez, Lord of Mendoza, in 1170 married Doña Eleanor Hurtado,
heiress of Mendibil. She was the daughter of Fernan Perez de Lara
called Hurtado, son of Pedro Gonzalez de Lara and of the Queen Urraca
of Castille and Leon.

Don Lopez and Eleanor Hurtado had four sons: Inigo, Lord of Mendoza;
Diego, Lord of Mendibil; Pedro Diaz, who was ancestor of the Mendozas
of Seville; and Fernando, who founded the line in Portugal.

Inigo Lopez de Mendoza married Maria de Haro, and was father of Maria,
the wife of her first cousin, Juan de Mendoza, son of her uncle Diego.
Their son, Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, in the time of Fernando II.,
married Maria Gonzalez de Aguero, and had a son Gonzalo.

This Gonzalo Hurtado de Mendoza married Juana Fernandez de Orozco, and
was the father of a very distinguished son--of Pedro Gonzalez.

[Sidenote: A Mendoza saved the life of King Juan I. of Castille.]

Pedro Gonzalez Hurtado de Mendoza married Aldonza, daughter of Fernan
Perez de Ayala. He was with Juan I., of Castille, at the battle of
Aljubarrota. In the flight the King’s horse was killed. Mendoza
dismounted and said to the King:--

    El cavallo vos han muerto,[2]
    Subid Rey en mi cavallo.

  [2]

    They have killed the horse of thine,
    Save _thy_ life and mount on mine.


The King rode away. Mendoza was overtaken and slain. The date of the
battle was August 14, 1385. His father survived him, dying in 1405.

The son of this chivalrous knight and successor to his grandfather was
Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, married first to Maria, daughter of Enrique
II., King of Castille, and secondly to Eleanor de la Vega. His son,
Inigo Lopez, was by his second wife.

[Sidenote: The Poet Marquis of Santillana.]

Inigo Lopez Hurtado de Mendoza was born in 1396. He served with
distinction at the battle of Olmedo, and was created Marquis of
Santillana in 1445. He was opposed to Alvaro de Luna, the famous
Minister of Juan II.

Born in the Asturias, the Marquis was a poet. Among his writings was a
little _Serranilla_.

    Moza tan fermosa
    No vi en la frontera
    Como una vaquera
    De la Finojosa.

    En un verde prado
    De rosas y flores
    Guardando ganado
    Con otros pastores,

    La vi tan fermosa
    Que apenas creyera
    Que fuese vaquera
    De la Finojosa.


TRANSLATION

    The sweetest girl without compare
    In all my days I’ve ever seen
    Was that young maid, so lithe and fair,
    On Finojosa’s frontier green.

    In pleasant shade of beech and pine
    A verdant meadow did appear;
    And here she watched the browsing kine
    With other girls, but none like her.

    By nature deck’d and well arrayed
    She looked like some bright Summer Queen;
    And not a common village maid
    Of Finojosa’s frontier green.

But the chief poetical work of the Marquis of Santillana was the
_Comedieta de Ponza_, founded on the story of a great sea-fight, near
the island of Ponza, in 1435, between the Aragon fleet and the Genoese.
At the request of King Juan II. he also made a _collection of proverbs_
for his son Enrique IV. This was the earliest collection of proverbs
made in modern times.

[Sidenote: Children of the Marquis of Santillana.]

The noble poet married Catalina Suarez de Figueroa, daughter of Don
Lorenzo Suarez de Figueroa, Lord of Feria and Zafra. The Marquis died
in 1454, leaving ten children:--

1. Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, first Duke of Infantado.

2. Don Pedro Laso de Mendoza, married to Ines Carillo, Lady of
  Mondejar. They had two daughters:--

  1. Maria, married to the second Count of Tendilla.

  2. Catalina, married to Luis de la Cerda, Duke of Medina Celi.

3. Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, first Count of Tendilla, of whom we
treat.

4. Don Lorenzo de Mendoza, first Count of Coruña.

5. Don Pedro Gonzalez de Mendoza, Archbishop of Toledo and Cardinal.

6. Don Juan de Mendoza, Lord of Colmenar.

7. Don Pedro de Mendoza, Lord of Sazedon.

8. Doña Mencia, wife of Don Pedro de Velasco, Count of Haro, Constable
of Spain.

9. Doña Maria, married to Don Ajan de Ribero.

10. Doña Eleanor, wife of Gaston de la Cerda, second Count of Medina
Celi, representative of the eldest son of Alfonso X. and therefore
rightful King of Spain; the reigning family descending from the second
son, the usurper Sancho.


Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza was created first Count of Tendilla in
1465. He was Captain-General of Andalusia. [Sidenote: The Counts of
Tendilla.] He married Doña Elvira de Quiñones, daughter of Don Diego
Fernandez, Lord of Luna. Their children were:--

1. Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, second Count of Tendilla.

2. Don Diego de Mendoza, Archbishop of Seville.

3. Don Pedro de Mendoza, married to Juana Nuñez Cabeza de Vaca.

4. Doña Catalina, wife of Don Diego de Sandoval, Marquis of Denia.

5. Doña Mencia, wife of Don Pedro Carillo, Lord of Toralva.


Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, second Count of Tendilla and first Marquis
of Mondejar, Grandee of Spain and Viceroy of Granada. He married his
first cousin, Doña Maria Laso de Mendoza, but had no children by her.
He married, secondly, Doña Francisca Pacheco, daughter of the Duke of
Escalona, by whom he had eight children:--

1. Don Luis de Mendoza, third Count of Tendilla, Viceroy of
Navarre, President of the Council of the Indies, second Marquis
of Mondejar, Captain-General of Granada.

2. Don Bernardo de Mendoza, slain at St. Quentin, 1557.

3. Don Antonio de Mendoza, Viceroy of Peru, 1550.

4. Don Francisco de Mendoza, Bishop of Jaen.

5. Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, of whom we treat.

6. Don Bernardino de Mendoza, General of the galleys.

7. Doña Maria de Mendoza, wife of the Count of Monteagudo.

8. Doña Maria Pacheco, married to Don Juan de Padilla.

    Veinte y tres generaciones
    La prosapia de Mendoza
    No hay linage en toda España
    De quien conozca
    Tan notable antiguedad.
                        LOPE DE VEGA.




DON DIEGO HURTADO DE MENDOZA, AUTHOR OF “LAZARILLO DE TORMES”


Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza was the fifth son of the Marquis of
Mondejar and Count of Tendilla, first Spanish Governor of Granada, by
Francisca Pacheco, daughter of the Duke of Escalona.

The Governor had a palace in the Alhambra near the Torre de Picos,
which is now demolished. But the smaller house of his esquire, Antasio
de Bracamonte, still stands in a garden, built against the exquisite
little mosque on the walls. There are three shields of arms carved on
the walls of Bracamonte’s house.

The palace and the esquire’s house, both within the walls of the
Alhambra, looked across the valley of the Darro to the Albaicín. Both
buildings were surrounded by gardens and fruit-trees. [Sidenote: Birth
of Don Diego in the Alhambra.] In this romantic spot Diego was born
in the year 1503, and he passed his early years with his brothers and
sisters there. Pedro Martir de Angleria was his tutor. At an early age
he went to the university of Salamanca, where he learnt Latin, Greek,
and Arabic, and studied canon and civil law.

[Sidenote: Don Diego at Salamanca.]

While he was a student at Salamanca Don Diego wrote _Lazarillo de
Tormes_.

On leaving the university Don Diego went to serve with the Spanish
armies in Italy. [Sidenote: His services in Italy.] He also attended
lectures at Rome, Bologna, and Padua, and was a profound scholar as
well as a statesman and a soldier. Charles V. appreciated his ability
and his acquirements. In 1538, at the age of thirty-five, he was
appointed Ambassador at Venice. He assisted and patronised the Aldi,
and Josephus was first printed complete from his library. Afterwards
he was for some time Military Governor of Sienna; and he was sent to
the Council of Trent to maintain the imperial interests there. His
next employment was at Rome, as special Plenipotentiary to rebuke and
overawe Pope Julius III., which he did.

Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza returned to Spain in 1554 at the age of
fifty. [Sidenote: The library.] He was not appreciated by Philip II.
and seldom came to Court, living, with his splendid library, in his
house at Granada.

In his retirement he wrote a good deal of poetry. But his great work
was the _Guerra de Granada_, a narrative of the rebellion of the Moors
in 1568-1570. [Sidenote: The _Guerra de Granada_.] He did the Moors
such impartial justice that his book could not be published until
many years after his death. Sallust was his model. The first edition
appeared in 1610, and the second more complete edition at Valencia in
1776. It is one of the finest pieces of prose-writing in the Spanish
language.

In his last years Don Diego found much pleasant employment in his
library. [Sidenote: Last days.] He corresponded with Zurita, the
historian of Aragon, telling him how the work of looking over his books
reminded him of many long-forgotten things, and supplied him with much
food for thought. While in Italy he had been diligent in obtaining
Greek MSS., and in other respects his library was quite unique. He
bequeathed it to Philip II., and it is now in the Escurial.

[Sidenote: Death of Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza.]

Don Diego died at Madrid in April 1575, aged 72.




THE BOOK, “LAZARILLO DE TORMES”


Ticknor[3] describes _Lazarillo de Tormes_ as “a work of genius
unlike anything that had preceded it. [Sidenote: Ticknor’s opinion of
the work.] Its object is to give a pungent satire on all classes of
society. It is written in a very bold, rich, and idiomatic Castilian
style. Some of its sketches are among the most fresh and spirited
that can be found in the whole range of prose works of fiction. Those
of the friar and the seller of Indulgences were put under the ban of
the Church.” They were expurgated by the Inquisition in 1573, when
an expurgated edition was published at Madrid, and in the _Index
Expurgatorius_ of 1667.

  [3] _History of Spanish Literature_, i. 469-71.

The first edition in Spain was published at Burgos in 1554.[4] It
is excessively rare. [Sidenote: First edition.] There is a copy at
Chatsworth, but none in the British Museum. The Duke of Devonshire
allowed the late Mr. H. Butler Clarke to transcribe his copy of
the first edition. This was done with great care, exactly as it was
printed. In 1897 Mr. Butler Clarke printed 250 copies at Oxford, with a
facsimile of the old title-page.

  [4] Brunet mentions an Antwerp edition of 1553.

Many other editions followed the first of 1554.[5] In Mr. Grenville’s
library there is an Antwerp edition (12mo) of 1555, [Sidenote: Value
of copies.] for which he paid seven guineas. Colonel Stanley’s copy
fetched £31:10s.; Mr. Hanroth’s, £20:10s. The Paris editor of 1827
could only find a 1595 edition.

  [5] At Tarragona, 1586; Zaragoza, 1595; Medina del Campo and
  Valladolid, 1603; Zaragoza again, 1652, with Luna’s second part;
  Madrid, 1664, without the second part. There was a new edition
  published at Paris in 1847, with the second parts.

A second part, by some wretched scribbler, soon appeared, without any
merit. It makes Lazarillo go to sea in the Algiers expedition of 1541.
The ship founders, he sinks to the bottom, crawls into a cave, and is
turned into a tunny fish. [Sidenote: Spurious second parts.] He is then
caught in a seine, returns by an effort of will to the human form, and
finally goes to live at Salamanca. There was another second part by
Juan de Luna, a teacher of Spanish at Paris. It continues the story by
making Lazaro serve several other masters, and then become a religious
recluse. Both second parts are miserable rubbish, and ought never to
be reprinted.

Yet they are included in recent Spanish editions, which is much to be
deplored. For the work itself is a classic. In at least two instances
the Dictionary of the Spanish Academy refers to _Lazarillo de Tormes_
as an authority for the meaning of words.


ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

_Lazarillo de Tormes_ was first translated into English by David
Rowlands of Anglesey. He called it _The Pleasant History of Lazarillo
de Tormes drawn out of Spanish_. It was published by Abel Jeffes in
the Fore Street without Grepell-gate near Groube Street at the sign
of the Bell, and dedicated to Sir Thomas Gresham. It contains the
Prologue, and a short chapter at the end about Lazaro’s continued
prosperity, which is not in the first edition of 1554. This is the best
translation. It was published in 1586.

A new edition appeared in 1596, also published by Abel Jeffes, who had
then removed to the Blacke Fryers near Puddle Wharfe. There were twenty
editions or reprints, and _Lazarillo_ was exceedingly popular with the
Elizabethan reading public.

James Blakiston brought out a new edition in 1653 dedicated to Lord
Chandos. It consists of the translation by David Rowlands, omitting the
Prologue, and of a translation of the spurious second part by Juan de
Luna. Another edition appeared in 1669, another in 1677. The title is
_The Excellent History of Lazarillo de Tormes, the witty Spaniard_.

In 1726 there appeared _The Life and Adventures of Lazarillo de Tormes,
with twenty curious copper cuts_. In 1727 the nineteenth edition was
published. This version is a bad translation, omits the Prologue, and
includes the spurious second parts.

The worst performance of all was the edition of 1789 in two volumes.
The type is better, but it is a very careless reprint of a bad
translation. It omits the execrable illustrations of the earlier
editions. Spanish names are scarcely recognisable. Gelves is called
“the battle of Geleas!” for Escalona we have “Evealona.”

All these translations are from late editions; none from the first
edition.




NOTES ON THE CHARACTER OF LAZARO


The conception of the author, Don Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, was first
to portray a boy, with everything against him, rising from the lowest
rank of society to a prosperous condition, and to give a humorous
account of his adventures; and secondly, to satirise certain types of
men, the products of the age in which he wrote, through the medium of
his boy hero.

The author himself was a boy at the time, or at least a very young man,
a student at Salamanca. He had no model, and the conception was quite
original. He makes Lazarillo de Tormes a boy of his own age. [Sidenote:
The author made Lazaro’s age coincide with his own.] Don Diego was born
in 1503. Assuming Lazarillo to have been born in 1503,[6] he was about
10 years old when he took service with the blind man, three years with
his first three masters, and 14 years old when he took service with
the seller of Indulgences. He carried on the business of water-carrier
from the ages of 15 to 19, and was 20 when he married. That would bring
him to 1523. The next year, when the Cortes met at Toledo, is made
to be the year when Lazarillo de Tormes wrote the story of his life.
Doubtless it was the year when Don Diego really completed his little
romance, also aged 21.

  [6] Lazarillo was about eight years old when his father went in
  the Gelves expedition in 1510.

In conceiving the character of Lazaro it is likely that the young
student had in his mind what he himself might have been, if he had been
born in the same obscurity. [Sidenote: The author’s conception of the
two destinies.] “The two destinies”[7] were framed out of a noble and
an ignoble birth, success in the latter case being far more meritorious
than in the former. We find this reflection in the last sentence of the
Prologue, where Don Diego points out how much more those have done who,
not being favoured by noble birth, have, nevertheless, by cleverness
and force of character, arrived at a good estate. If this idea of a boy
such as the author, but without his noble birth and other advantages,
was in Don Diego’s mind, we should expect to find Lazaro portrayed as
a boy of a naturally good disposition and fine instincts, whose bad
qualities were due to his lowly birth and vicious surroundings. It is
just such a boy as this that Don Diego presents to us.

  [7] See Sir Francis Doyle’s poem.

Nothing could be worse than poor Lazaro’s home. His mother was a widow
who had intimacies with a groom of Moorish blood, had a child by him,
and lived on the proceeds of his thieving, while Lazaro was employed to
dispose of the stolen goods. [Sidenote: Lazaro’s baneful surroundings
as a child. His mother not unfeeling.] When they were found out, the
widow’s position became most precarious. Just then the wonderfully
clever and plausible blind man appeared on the scene. He offered what,
in comparison with the boy’s lot with his mother, seemed to be a decent
provision. She is accused of unfeeling conduct in thus parting with
her son. I do not think this is intended. The poor woman did what she
thought was best for the child, and their parting was sorrowful and
affectionate. Don Diego made her a thief and worse, but not a mother
without feeling.

The account of the professional cleverness and knowledge of the blind
man is very interesting, but, in spite of it all, the little boy seems
to have held his own to some extent with the old rascal. [Sidenote:
Capital stories most amusingly told.] The trick with the half blancas,
the story of the wine, and of the bunch of grapes, are capitally
told and very amusing. It is true that the old man was handicapped by
his blindness, though his strength, cleverness, and experience made
up for it. He treated Lazaro abominably, but it must be acknowledged
that, great as the provocation was, the boy’s revenge was cruel and
unfeeling. He was sorry afterwards, for he wrote that his understanding
was blinded in that hour.

The boy’s ingenious ways of getting at the provisions of his second
master, who was starving him, are capitally and most amusingly told.
But the funniest and most witty story in the book is the boy’s terror
at the coffin he believed to be coming to the house, and the reason he
thought so.

With the first two masters it was an incessant fight against
starvation. Lazaro’s resourceful ingenuity was conspicuous, and, under
the circumstances, he had a perfect right to use all his wits against
the wretches who ill-treated him. But there was no opportunity of
bringing out his finer qualities.

With the third master it was very different. He was a penniless
esquire, starving himself, and so excessively proud that he thought
only of concealing his poverty. Lazaro had to resort to begging, and so
he kept his poor master, as well as himself, alive. Here Lazaro comes
out in an excellent light. [Sidenote: Lazaro’s higher qualities shown
in his intercourse with the esquire.] He was not only kind-hearted
and generous, but he showed tact and a wish to avoid hurting the poor
proud creature’s feelings. Don Diego thus shows his hero in the light
of one of nature’s gentlemen. The esquire’s account of himself, and
his views of honour and its obligations are interesting, as showing a
type of character which was common in Spain in those days. It was more
elaborately portrayed by Cervantes.

Lazaro is made to tell the story of the seller of Indulgences, and a
very amusing story it is, no doubt true to life. For it aroused the
anger of the Inquisition, and was expurgated from future editions.
But Lazaro merely appears as a narrator; and his character is not
developed; though it is in the rapid sketch of his rise to prosperity.
[Sidenote: Development of Lazaro’s character.] He was a lad who was
liked. His girl-friends who were kind to him in adversity, as well as
the archpriest and many others who were good friends when he rose to
prosperity, showed that he was a favourite among those with whom he
came in contact.

His marriage brought him great advantages. Critics have called it
disgraceful, because we are told that evil tongues suggested that the
girl had been the archpriest’s mistress. But there is nothing in the
narrative to justify the belief that the evil tongues did not lie. On
the contrary, the conclusion is the other way, and the story ends with
a defence of his wife by Lazaro himself.

The work is the production of a genius. [Sidenote: Merits of the work.]
Its originality, and the admirable way in which the stories in it are
told make it deserving of a wider audience, though of course it is well
known to students of the literature of Europe. Seldom has so much wit,
fun, and wisdom been gathered into so small a compass.




PROLOGUE


I hold it to be good that such remarkable things as have happened to
me, perhaps never before seen or heard of, should not be buried in the
tomb of oblivion. [Sidenote: Reasons for relating all the circumstances
of his life.] It may be that some one who reads may find something
that pleases him. For those who do not go very deep into the matter
there is a saying of Pliny “_that there is no book so bad that it does
not contain something that is good_.”[8] Moreover, all tastes are not
the same, and what one does not eat another will. Thus we see things
that are thought much of by some, depreciated by others. Hence no
circumstance ought to be omitted, how insignificant soever it may be,
but all should be made known, especially as some fruit might be plucked
from such a tree.

  [8] Cervantes knew his _Lazarillo_ well. He copies this quotation
  and puts it into the mouth of the curate when he was examining
  the books of Don Quixote.

If this were not so, very few would write at all, for it cannot be
done without hard work.

[Sidenote: Motives of authors not to gain money, but to win fame.]

Authors do not wish to be recompensed with money, but by seeing that
their work is known and read, and, if it contains anything that is
worthy, that it is praised. On this point Tully says: “Honour creates
the arts.” Think you that the soldier who is first on the ladder cares
less for his life than the others? Certainly not. It is the desire for
fame that leads him to seek such danger. It is the same in the arts
and in letters. We say: “The Doctor preaches very well and he is one
who desires much the welfare of souls,” but ask him whether he is much
offended when they say, “How wonderfully your reverence has done it!”
So also in arms, men report how such an one has jousted wretchedly, and
he has given his arms to a jester because he praised him for using his
lances so well. What would he have given if he had been told the truth?
Now that all things go in this manner, I confess that I am not more
righteous than my neighbours. I write in this rough style, and all who
may find any pleasure in it will be satisfied to know that there lives
a man who has met with such fortunes, encountered such dangers, and
suffered such adversities. I beseech your Honour that you will accept
the poor service of one who would be richer if his power was equal to
his desire. Well, your Honour! This author writes what he writes, and
relates his story very fully.

It seemed to him that he should not begin in the middle, but quite at
the beginning, [Sidenote: Success of the poor should be a lesson to
the rich.] so that there might be a full notice of his personality,
and also that those who inherit noble estates may consider how little
fortune owes them, having been so very partial to them in its gifts;
and how much more those have done who, not being so favoured, have, by
force and management, arrived at a good estate.




I

LAZARO RELATES THE WAY OF HIS BIRTH AND TELLS WHOSE SON HE IS

Well! your Honour must know, before anything else, that they call
me Lazarillo de Tormes, and that I am the son of Thomé Gonçales and
Antonia Perez, natives of Tejares,[9] a village near Salamanca. My
birth was in the river Tormes,[10] for which reason I have the river
for a surname, and it was in this manner.

  [9] Tejares is a small village on the left bank of the river
  Tormes, about two miles from Salamanca. It consists of a church
  dedicated to San Pedro, and about fifty houses on the skirts of a
  hill.

  [10] The river Tormes rises in the Sierra de Gredos, a range of
  hills dividing Estremadura from Old Castille, on the confines
  of the province of Avila. Its chief sources are a large sheet
  of water called the “Laguna de Gredos,” and a perennial stream
  called “Tornella.” Receiving several streams from the Gredos
  hills, the Tormes flows north, passing by Alba de Tormes, where
  there is a stone bridge; and then turns north-west, passing
  Salamanca, where there is another fine stone bridge, and Ledesma.
  Finally, it falls into the Douro, on the Portuguese frontier. The
  Tormes turns many flour mills.

My father, whom God pardon, had charge of a flour mill which was on the
banks of that river. He was the miller there for over fifteen years,
and my mother, being one night taken with me in the mill, she gave
birth to me there. So that I may say with truth that I was born in the
river.

When I was a child of eight years old, they accused my father of
certain misdeeds done to the sacks of those who came to have their
corn ground. He was taken into custody, and confessed and denied not,
suffering persecution for justice’s sake. So I trust in God that he is
in glory, for the Evangelist tells us that such are blessed. At that
time there was a certain expedition against the Moors[11] and among the
adventurers was my father, who was banished for the affair already
mentioned. He went in the position of attendant on a knight who also
went, and, with his master, like a loyal servant, he ended his life.

  [11] This expedition against the Moors started from Malaga under
  the command of Don Garcia de Toledo in 1510, when Lazarillo was
  seven years old. The fleet first touched at Sicily and then made
  for the island of Los Gelves, off the African coast, between
  Tunis and Tripoli, now called Zerbi. With Toledo were Diego
  de Vera and Count Pedro Navarro. Zerbi was a low sandy island
  covered with palm-trees, ruled by a Sheikh of its own. The army
  landed on the 8th of August 1510. But the Spaniards fell into an
  ambuscade and were defeated, Toledo being among the slain. Four
  thousand were killed or taken prisoners. The rest escaped to the
  ships and returned to Sicily. Toledo was a grandson of the first
  Duke of Alva.

[Sidenote: Death of Lazaro’s father, and his mother goes into service.]

My widowed mother, finding herself without husband or home, determined
to betake herself to the good things so as to be among them; so she
went to live in the city. She hired a small house, and was employed to
prepare victuals for certain students. She also washed the clothes of
the stable-boys who had charge of the horses of the Comendador de la
Magdalena.[12] Thus she frequented the stables, she and a dark-coloured
man, who was one of those who had the care of the horses. They came to
know each other. [Sidenote: Flitting.] Sometimes he came to our house
late, and went away in the morning. At other times he came to the door
in the day-time, with the excuse that he wanted to buy eggs, and walked
into the house. At first I did not like him, for I was afraid of his
colour and his ugly face. But when I saw that his coming was the sign
of better living, I began to like him, for he always brought pieces of
meat, bread, and in the winter, fuel to warm us.

  [12] Comendadores were knights of the Orders of Santiago,
  Calatrava, and Alcantara. Each had a title affixed to their
  knighthood. The Comendador of La Magdalena was a knight of the
  Order of Alcantara.

[Sidenote: A swarthy stepfather and a little brown brother.]

This intercourse went on until one day my mother gave me a pretty
little brown brother, whom I played with and helped to keep warm.
I remember once that when my stepfather was fondling the child, it
noticed that my mother and I were white, and that he was not. It
frightened the child, who ran to my mother, pointing with its finger
and saying, “Mother, he is ugly!” To this he replied laughing; but I
noticed the words of my little brother, and, though so young, I said to
myself, “How many there are in the world who run from others because
they do not see themselves in them.”

It was our fate that the intimacy of the Zayde, for so they called my
stepfather, came to the ears of the steward. [Sidenote: The punishment
for receiving and living on stolen goods.] On looking into the matter
he found that half the corn he gave out for the horses was stolen,
also that the fuel, aprons, pillions, horse-cloths, and blankets were
missing, and that when nothing else was left, the horse-shoes were
taken. With all this my mother was helped to bring up the child. We
need not wonder at a priest or a friar, when one robs the poor, and the
other his female devotees to help a friend such as himself, when the
love of a poor stable-lad brings him to this.

All I have related was proved, because they cross-questioned me with
threats, and being a child I answered and let out all I knew from
fear, [Sidenote: Stolen horse-shoes.] down to certain horse-shoes
which, by my mother’s order, I sold to a blacksmith. They flogged my
unhappy stepfather, and put my mother on the accustomed penance as a
punishment. An order was given that she was not to enter the stables of
the Comendador, nor to receive the flogged Zayde in her house.

The poor woman complied with the sentence that she might not lose
all; and to avoid danger and silence evil tongues she went away into
service. [Sidenote: Lazaro helps at the inn. Takes service with a
blind man.] She was employed in the open gallery of an inn, and so
she contrived to rear the little brother, though suffering from many
difficulties. She raised him until he could walk, and me until I was a
fine little boy, who went for wine and lights for the guests, and for
anything else they wanted.

[Illustration: _Lazarillo helps at the Inn._]




FIRST MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A BLIND MAN


At that time a blind man came to lodge at the inn, who, seeing that I
would do to lead him, asked for me from my mother. [Sidenote: Lazaro
enters the service of a blind man.] She gave me to him, saying that
I was the son of a good father, and boasting that he had been killed
at the Island of Gelves.[13] She told the blind man that she trusted
in God that I would not turn out a worse man than my father, and she
begged him to treat me well and look after me, as I was an orphan.
He answered that he would do so, and that he received me not as his
servant but as his son. Thus it was that I began to serve and to lead
my new master. We were in Salamanca for some days, but, as the earnings
were not to my master’s liking, he determined to go somewhere else.
[Sidenote: Lazaro’s farewell to his mother.] When we were about to
depart, I went to see my mother, and, both weeping, she gave me her
blessing and said, “I shall see you no more. Strive to be good, and may
God direct your ways. You have been brought up, and are now put with a
good master. Farewell!” And so I went away to my master who was waiting
for me.

  [13] See note, p. 5.

[Sidenote: A cruel trick of the wicked old blind man.]

We went out of Salamanca and came to the bridge. There is, at the
entrance of it, an animal of stone[14] which almost has the shape of a
bull. The blind man told me to go near this animal, and, being there,
he said, “Lazaro, put your ear against this bull, and you will hear a
great noise inside.” I did so, like a simpleton, believing it to be as
he said. When he felt that my head was against the stone, he raised his
hand and gave me a tremendous blow against the devil of a bull, so that
I felt the pain for more than three days. [Sidenote: Lazaro and the
blind man.] Then he said to me, “This will teach you that a blind man’s
boy ought to be one point more knowing than the devil himself”; and he
laughed heartily at his joke. It seemed to me that, in an instant, I
awoke from my simplicity in which I had reposed from childhood. I
said to myself, “This man says truly that it behoves me to keep my eyes
open, for I am alone and have to think for myself.”

[Illustration: “_He answered that he received me, not as his servant
but as his son._”]

  [14] There was a huge mass of granite rudely carved in the shape
  of an animal, which had been on the bridge from time immemorial;
  and which Lazarillo thought was like a bull. Its great weight
  was considered a danger, and it was removed about thirty years
  ago. It is now in the vestibule of the cloister of San Domingo at
  Salamanca, but without a head.

We set out on our road, and in a very few days I showed myself to
be sprightly, which pleased the blind man, and he said, “I can give
you neither gold nor silver, but I can teach you much in the ways of
getting a livelihood.” [Sidenote: Wonderful sagacity and cleverness of
the blind man.] It was so that, after a few days, he showed me many
things, and being blind himself, he enlightened and guided me in the
ways of life. I mention these trifles to your Honour to show how much
knowledge men must have when they are down, and to keep from falling
when they are exalted.

Speaking of the good there was in my blind man, your Honour must
know that since God created the world He has not made a being more
astute and sagacious. In his own line he was unequalled. He knew a
hundred or more prayers of the choir, he recited in a low and very
tuneful voice, he put on a devout and very humble countenance when
he recited, without making faces or gestures as others usually do.
Besides this he had a hundred other ways and means of getting money. He
knew how to make prayers on different occasions, for women who were
childless, for those who were about to bear children, and for those
who had married unhappily, that their husbands might like them well.
He foretold whether a woman would have a boy or a girl. In the matter
of medicine he said that Galen did not possess half his knowledge for
curing toothaches, fainting fits, or illnesses of mothers. Finally, no
one mentioned what pain or illness he or she was suffering from, but
he told them at once--do this, you should do that, gather such a herb,
take such a root. In this way he went with all the world after him,
especially the women. They believed whatever he said, and from them he
drew great profits by the arts I have described, for he gained more in
a month than a hundred other blind men would in a year. I also desire
that your Honour should know that, in spite of all he acquired and had,
I never met a man so avaricious and stingy, insomuch that he nearly
killed me with hunger, depriving me of the necessaries of life.

[Sidenote: The blind man’s way of making money and his avarice.]

I tell the truth, that if, by way of subtlety and cunning, I had not
found a remedy, I should many times have succumbed to starvation. With
all his knowledge and experience, I managed so well that, oftener than
not, I got the best of it. On account of these matters, there were
infernal rows between us, of which I will relate some but not all.

He carried the bread, and all the rest of his things, in a linen
knapsack, closing the mouth with an iron chain having a padlock and
key. He put in and took out his things himself, using great vigilance,
and he kept such a close account that there was not a man in all the
world who could have taken so much as a crumb without his knowing
it. [Sidenote: Lazaro finds his way into the blind man’s knapsack.]
Well, I had to take the lazar’s allowance which he gave me. It was all
despatched in less than two mouthfuls. After he had locked the bag and
was not looking out, thinking that I was attending to other things, by
a little unstitching I often opened one side of the bag and sewed it up
again; bleeding the avaricious knapsack not only of bread but of good
pieces of bacon and sausage. Thus I watched for convenient times to
make up for the infernal wrong that the wicked blind man inflicted on
me.

[Sidenote: Lazaro’s adroit contrivance with the half “blancas.”]

All that I could pilfer and steal I carried in half “blancas.” When
they paid him for saying prayers for them, they gave him a whole
“blanca.” But as he could not see, I had got it in my mouth, and put
a half blanca in its place, before his hand had reached it, quick
as he was, so that he only got half-price. The evil-minded blind man
complained when he found that it was not a whole “blanca.” He said to
me: “How the devil is it that since you have been with me they only
give half ‘blancas,’ and before it used to be a whole ‘blanca’ or even
a ‘maravedi’ that they gave me?[15] The ill-luck has come with you.”
So he shortened up the prayers and did not give them more than half,
ordering me to remind him to stop by pulling his sleeve. Then he began
to cry out that they had called for such and such a prayer from him,
such as he used to recite, and that he had given it.

  [15] The copper _maravedi_ was a coin the value of which varied.
  It may be taken as a penny. The _blanca_ was so called from the
  whiteness of the metal of which it was made. In the time of
  Alonso XI. there were three blancas to the maravedi. From 1497
  the maravedi was worth two blancas. The great dictionary of the
  Spanish Academy quotes _Lazarillo de Tormes_ as the authority for
  the value of the blanca and half blanca, or farthing.

The blind man used to have a small jug of wine near him when he dined;
and quick as thought I gave it silent kisses when I put it down for
him. But it was not long before he noticed the loss in what he drank,
so he never let the jug out of his hand, but always kept it by him.
[Sidenote: Various ways of getting at the wine.] However, he had no
magnet to point to what went on, while I had a long oaten straw which I
prepared for this need of mine. Slipping it into the mouth of the jug
I sucked up the wine to my heart’s content. The old rascal, being very
astute, suspected something. So he put the jug between his knees and,
covering the mouth with his hand, drank in security. Seeing the wine
go I craved for it. The straw being no longer of any avail, I hit upon
another plan. I succeeded in making a tiny hole in the bottom of the
jug, and stopped it with a small piece of wax. When dinner-time came
I pretended to be cold, and got between the old man’s legs, to warm
myself at the poor little light we had. With the same light I melted
the wax, and very soon a little fountain began to drain into my mouth,
which I placed so that I should not lose a drop. When the poor old
man wanted to drink he got nothing. His astonishment was expressed in
curses, devoting the wine and the jug to the devil. “You cannot think
that I have been drinking, uncle!” I said, “for you have not let the
jug out of your hand.” But he gave the jug so many twists and turns
that at last he found the hole. He said nothing. [Sidenote: The wicked
blind man’s cruel revenge.] Next day I was sucking at my hole as usual,
thinking no evil, and little dreaming of what he was getting ready for
me. I was seated on the ground, taking in those delicious draughts, my
face turned up to heaven, my eyes half closed the better to enjoy the
toothsome liquor, when the wicked blind man took his revenge. He raised
the jug with both hands, and, with all his might, sent it crashing
down on my mouth. Poor Lazaro was quite off his guard, being careless
and joyous as at other times. Truly it seemed to me as if the sky and
all that was in it had fallen upon me. The blow was so great that the
pieces of the jug cut my face in several parts and broke my teeth, so
that I remain without them to this day.

[Sidenote: A coolness arises between Lazaro and the blind man.]

From that time I wished evil to the cruel blind man, and, although
he was kind to me afterwards and cured me, I saw very well that he
enjoyed my cruel punishment. He washed the bruises and places torn by
the bits of the broken jug, but he smiled as he did so, saying, “What
would you have, Lazaro? If I wish you ill I cure you and restore you
to health,” with other jokes which were not to my taste, when I had
only half recovered from my wounds. I now wanted to free myself from
him, thinking that a few more such blows might free him from me. He was
not much inclined to see to my health and welfare, and even if I had
wished to forgive him the blow with the jug, his evil treatment of me
from that time would have prevented it.

Without cause or reason, the malignant blind man was always beating me
and knocking me about. If any one asked him why he treated me so badly,
he told the story of the jug, adding: “Think you that my boy is a
little innocent? Well, listen and judge whether the devil himself could
have played such tricks. Who could believe that such a small boy could
be so depraved.” Then they said: “Chastise him in God’s name,” and he
never did anything else.

So I led him by the worst ways, seeking to do him harm, taking him over
stony places and into mud. [Sidenote: Lazaro is beaten, so the blind
man is led into the mud.] He always beat me on the back of my head, so
that it was covered with bruises, and although I cried out that I did
not do it on purpose, but only because there was no better road, he did
not believe me, such was the astuteness and intelligence of the old
ruffian.

In order that your Honour may judge of the cleverness of this knowing
old man I will relate one thing out of many that happened while I
was with him. When we left Salamanca his intention was to go to
Toledo, for he said that the people there were richer, though not very
charitable. He repeated this saying, “The hard man gives more than the
penniless man.” We took the road by the best places, where we were well
received. It happened that we came to a place called Almorox[16] at the
time of the vintage. A grape-gatherer gave us a bunch out of charity.
As the baskets are knocked about, and the grapes at that time are very
hard, the blind man kept the bunch in his hand and, to content me, he
determined to have a banquet with it, instead of putting it in his bag.
For on that day he had given me many blows and kicks.

  [16] Almorox is a village with three hundred houses formed in
  irregular streets and an open square. The church of San Cristoval
  has a fine north door. The place belonged to the Duke of
  Escalona. Its vineyards produce wine like Valdepeñas. It is about
  twelve miles from the town of Escalona.

We sat down in an enclosed place and he said: “Now I am going to treat
you with liberality. [Sidenote: The way Lazaro and the blind man shared
a bunch of grapes.] We will both eat this bunch of grapes in equal
shares, and it shall be in this way. You take one and I will take
another. You must only take one at a time, and I will take another
until it is finished. In this way there can be no trick.” So we began.
At the second turn the old traitor began to take two at a time. As he
had broken the agreement I thought that I ought to do the same. Not
content to do as he did, I began to take three at a time. When the
bunch was finished, he sat for some time with the stalk in his hand.
[Sidenote: An example of the blind man’s cleverness.] Then he said,
“Lazaro, you have deceived me. I would swear to God that you have been
eating three at a time.” “I did not eat so,” I declared. “Why do you
suspect me?” “Would you know how I am certain that you took three at a
time?” he replied. “It is because when I began to take two at a time
you said nothing.”

Though only a boy I noted the cleverness of the old man. But to avoid
being dull I will leave out many things both curious and remarkable
that happened to me while I was with my first master, for I wish to
come to the leave-taking, and with that there is an end of him.

We were at Escalona,[17] a town belonging to the Duke of that name,
lodging at an inn.

  [17] The Duke of Escalona was the maternal grandfather of the
  author. The town of Escalona is on the right bank of the river
  Alberche, and about one hundred feet above it. Escalona is
  twenty-five miles north-west of Toledo. It was surrounded by a
  wall ten feet thick and thirty feet high, with two gates. In the
  principal square there were arcades and a stone cross. Juan II.
  gave Escalona to the Constable Alvaro de Luna in 1424, who built
  a great palace there, which was demolished by the French under
  Marshal Soult. King Henry IV. gave Escalona to Juan Pacheco, the
  Master of Santiago. In Lazarillo’s time it belonged to Don Diego
  Lopez de Pacheco, second Duke of Escalona and Marquis of Villena.
  He distinguished himself in the last Moorish war in Granada, and
  died in 1529. He resided in the old palace built by the Constable
  Alvaro de Luna, where he dispensed hospitality, among many others
  to Don Alonzo Enriquez de Guzman (see translation of that young
  adventurer’s life and acts, p. 71, Hakluyt Society, 1862). Madoz
  states that, in his time, Escalona consisted of 190 houses,
  population 580.

[Sidenote: Lazaro falls into temptation and eats the sausage.]

The blind man gave me a piece of sausage to roast. When the sausage
had been basted and the toasted bread on which the grease was poured
had been eaten, he took a maravedi out of his bag and sent me to fetch
wine from a tavern. The devil put the temptation before my eyes, which,
as they say, is how a thief is made. There was also a long piece of
colewort[18] on the fire, which, being unfit for the pot, ought to have
been thrown away. There was nobody but the blind man and myself, and
I became very greedy under the delicious smell of the sausage. I only
thought of present enjoyment, without considering what might happen
afterwards. As the blind man took the money out of his bag, I took the
sausage, and quickly put the colewort to be cooked in its place. When
my master handed the money to me I took it, and went for the wine, not
failing to eat the sausage.

  [18] _Nabo_, called colewort in the Neuman and Baretti
  dictionary. More likely what Gervase Markham (_Country Farm_, p.
  185) calls “navet,” a sort of small turnip.

When the sinful blind man found the colewort in the pot, of which he
knew nothing, he thought it was the sausage and bit it. Then he said,
“What is this, Lazaro?” I said “Had I not gone for the wine? Some one
else has been here and has done it for fun.” “No! No!” he cried, “that
is impossible, for I have never let the pan out of my hand.” I then
turned to swear, and swore again, that it was not me. But it availed
me nothing. From the cunning of the cursed blind man nothing could be
hidden.

[Sidenote: Dreadful trouble about the sausage.]

My master got up and took me by the head. Presently he began to smell
me, and forcing my mouth open, he put his nose in. It was a long
pointed nose. What with the turn I had, the choke in my throat, and
the fright I was in, the sausage would not stay on my stomach, and the
whole thing came back to its owner. The evil blind man so worked my
inside that the half-masticated sausage and the long nose came out of
my mouth together. O Lord! who would not rather have been buried than
go through that misery? The rage of the perverse old man was such that
if people had not been drawn there by the noise, he would not have left
me alive. They took me from him, leaving his few hairs in my hands,
and his face and throat all scratched, which he deserved for his cruel
treatment of me.

The blind man related all my misfortunes over and over again, including
the story of the jug and of the bunch of grapes. The laughter was so
loud that all the passers-by came in to see the fun; for the old wretch
told the stories of my misfortunes so well that even I, ill-treated as
I was, could not help half joining in the laughter. [Sidenote: Lazaro
recovers from the effects of the sausage.] Remembering my troubles
there came a weakness upon me. But my stomach recovered, and the
landlady of the inn, with others who were present, washed my face and
throat with the wine that had been brought to drink. This enraged the
wicked blind man, who declared that I would cost him more wine with my
washings in one year, than he could drink in two.

“Lazaro,” he said, “you owe more to the wine than to your father. He
got you once, but the wine has brought you to life several times.”
Then he counted how many times he had torn and bruised my face and
afterwards cured it with wine. “If there is a man in the world who
ought to be lucky with wine,” he added, “it is you.”

Those who were washing me laughed a good deal at what the old man said,
though I dissented. However, the prognostications of the blind rascal
did not turn out false, and afterwards I often thought of that man, who
certainly had the spirit of prophecy.[19] The evil things he did to me
made me sad, though I paid him back, as your Honour will presently hear.

  [19] See p. 98.

[Sidenote: Lazaro determined to leave the blind man.]

Seeing all this, and how the blind man made me a laughing-stock, I
determined that at all hazards I would leave him. This resolution
was always in my mind, and the last game he played confirmed it. On
another day we left the town to seek alms. It had rained a great deal
in the previous night. It continued to rain in the day-time, and we got
under some arcades in that town, so as to keep out of the wet. Night
was coming on and the rain did not cease. The blind man said to me,
“Lazaro! this rain is very persistent, and as the night closes in it
will not cease, so we will make for the inn in good time. To go there
we have to cross a stream which will have become swollen by the heavy
rain.” I replied, “Uncle! the stream is now very broad, but if you
like I can take you to a place where we can get across without being
wet, for it becomes much narrower, and by jumping we can clear it.”
This seemed good advice, so he said, “You are discreet and you shall
take me to that place where the stream becomes so narrow, for it is
winter time, and a bad thing to get our feet wet.” [Sidenote: Lazaro
prepares to revenge himself on the blind man.] Seeing that things were
going as I wished, I took him out of the arcade, and placed him just in
front of a stone pillar that stood in the square. Then I said to him,
“Uncle, this is the narrowest part of the stream.”

[Sidenote: Lazaro’s cruel vengeance on the blind man.]

As the rain continued and he was getting wet, we were in a hurry to
get shelter from the water that was falling upon us. The principal
thing was (seeing that God blinded my understanding in that hour) to
be avenged. The old man believed in me and said, “Put me in the right
place while you jump over the stream.” So I put him just in front of
the pillar, and placed myself behind it. I then said, “Jump with all
your might so as to clear the stream.” I had hardly finished speaking,
when the poor old man, balancing himself like a goat, gave one step
backwards, and then sprang with all his force. His head came with
such a noise against the pillar that it sounded like a great calabash.
He fell down half dead. “How was it you could smell the sausage and
not the post? Oh! Oh!” I shouted. [Sidenote: Lazaro leaves his first
master.] I left him among several people who ran to help him, while I
made for the gate of the town at a sharp trot, so that before nightfall
I might be in Torrijos, not knowing nor caring what afterwards happened
to my blind man.[20]

  [20] The “pillar” was a stone cross which still stands in the
  _plaza_ of Escalona.

[Illustration]




SECOND MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CLERGYMAN, AND OF THE THINGS THAT
HAPPENED TO HIM.


[Sidenote: The clergyman’s chest.]

Next day, as I did not feel that I should be quite safe at
Torrijos,[21] I stopped at a place called Maqueda,[22] where for my
sins I took service with a clergyman. Going to him to ask for alms, he
inquired whether I knew how to assist at Mass. I said yes, which was
true, for though the blind man ill-treated me, he taught me many useful
things, and one of them was this. Finally the clergyman took me as his
servant. [Sidenote: Out of the frying-pan into the fire.] I had escaped
from the thunder to fall under the lightning. For compared with this
priest, the blind man was an Alexander the Great. I will say no more
than that all the avarice in the world was combined in this man, but I
know not whether it was naturally born in him or whether it was put on
with the priestly habit. He had an old chest closed with a key which
he carried with him, fastened to the belt of his gown. When he brought
the “bodigos”[23] from the church, they were quickly locked up in the
chest, and there was nothing to eat in the house such as is to be seen
in other houses, a piece of bacon, some bits of cheese on a shelf or in
a cupboard, or a few pieces of bread that may have remained over from
the table. It seemed to me that the sight of such things, even if I
could not have them, would have been a consolation.

  [21] Torrijos is sixteen miles north-west of Toledo, and eight
  miles from the Tagus, in a valley on the road from Maqueda to
  Toledo. It was walled, and still has two old gateways. Madoz
  gives it 480 houses, and in the plaza is the palace of the Count
  of Altamira, built of stone. The church is dedicated to San Gil.
  Here Beatriz, the daughter of King Pedro by Maria de Padilla,
  was born in 1353. The country round yields abundant oil, and the
  place is sometimes called Torrijos de los Olivares.

  [22] Maqueda is six leagues north-west of Toledo, built on a
  hill, on the margin of a stream of the same name which falls
  into the Alberche, a tributary of the Tagus. It has 112 houses,
  scattered along badly paved dirty streets. There is an old
  castle, and two churches, San Juan Bautista and San Domingo.
  Water is abundant. Maqueda was taken from the Moors by Alfonso
  VI. in 1083, and in 1177 it was granted to the knights of
  Calatrava. Ferdinand and Isabella made Diego de Cardenas Duke of
  Maqueda.

  [23] Small loaves made of the finest flour, offered to the
  Church. The Dictionary of the Spanish Academy quotes Lazarillo de
  Tormes as the authority for the meaning of this word.

[Sidenote: Nothing in the clergyman’s house but an old chest, and a
string of onions.]

There was only a string of onions, and these were under lock and key
in an upper chamber, one being allowed for every four days. If I asked
for the key, to fetch the allowance, and any one else was present, he
put his hand in his pocket, and gave it to me with great ceremony,
telling me to take it and return at once without taking anything else;
as if all the conserves of Valencia were there. Yet there was not a
thing in the room but the onions hanging from a nail, and he kept such
a strict account of them, that if I ever took more than my allowance it
cost me dear. At last I was near dead with hunger.

If he showed little charity to me, he treated himself as badly. Small
bits of meat formed his usual food for dinner and supper. It is true
that he shared the gravy with me, but nothing more except a small piece
of bread. On Saturdays they eat sheep’s head in those parts, and my
master sent me for one that was to cost three maravedis. He cooked it
and ate all the eyes, tongue, brains, and the meat off the cheeks,
giving me the well-picked bone on a plate, and saying, “Take! Eat!
Triumph! for you is the world, and you live better than the Pope.”
[Sidenote: Lazaro was sinking into the silent tomb from hunger.] At
the end of three weeks I became so weak that I could scarcely stand on
my feet for hunger. I saw myself sinking down into the silent tomb.
If God and my own intelligence had not enabled me to avail myself of
ingenious tricks, there would have been no remedy for me.

[Sidenote: Extraordinary stinginess of the clergyman.]

When we were at the offertory not a single blanca was dropped into
the shell without being registered by him. He kept one eye on the
congregation and the other on my hands, moving his eyes about as if
they were quicksilver. He knew exactly how many blancas had been given,
and as soon as the offertory was over, he took the shell from me and
put it on the altar. During all the time I lived, or rather was dying
in his service, I never was master of a single blanca. I never brought
a blanca worth of wine from a tavern, but it was put into his chest
to last for a week. To conceal his extreme stinginess he said to me,
“Look here, boy! Priests have to be very frugal in eating and drinking,
and for this reason I do not feed like other people.” But he lied
shamefully. For at meetings and funerals where we had to say prayers
and responses, and where he could get food at the expense of others, he
ate like a wolf and drank more than a proposer of toasts.

[Sidenote: Lazaro prayed for the deaths of sick people, for the sake of
the funeral feasts.]

And why do I speak of funerals? God forgive me! for I never was an
enemy to the human race except on those occasions. Then we could eat
well, and I wished, and even prayed to God that He would kill some one
every day. When we gave the Sacraments to the sick, especially extreme
unction, the priest was called upon to say prayers for those who were
present. I was certainly not the last in prayer, for with all my heart
I besought the Lord that He would take the sick man to Himself. If any
one recovered I devoted him to the devil a thousand times. He who died
received many benedictions from me, yet the number of persons who died
during the whole time I was there, which was over six months, only
amounted to twenty. I verily believed that I killed them, or rather
that they died in answer to my prayers, the Lord seeing how near death
I was, and that their deaths gave me life.

But there was no remedy, for if on the days of the funerals I lived, on
the days when no one died I was starving, and I felt it all the more.
So that there seemed to be no rest for me but in death; and I often
desired it for myself, as well as for others.

I frequently thought of leaving my penurious master, but two things
detained me. The first was that I feared my legs would not carry me, so
reduced was I by starvation. The other was the consideration that I had
had two masters. The first starved me, the second brought me to death’s
door, and a third might finish me. It appeared that any change might be
for the worse.

[Sidenote: Lazaro is saved from starvation by an angel of a locksmith.]

One day when my wretched master was out, a locksmith came to the door
by chance. I thought that he was an angel sent to me by the hand of
God, in the dress of a workman. He asked me whether I had any work for
him to do. Inspired by the Holy Spirit I replied: “Uncle! I have lost
a key, and I fear that my master will whip me. Kindly see if there
are any on your bunch that will fit the lock, and I will pay you for
it.” [Sidenote: The chest opened.] The angelic locksmith began to try
his keys, and soon the chest was opened, and I beheld the Lord’s gift
in the form of bread. “I have no money,” I said, “to give you for the
key, but take what you like in payment.” He took one of the loaves that
looked the best, and went away quite satisfied, leaving the key with
me. [Sidenote: Lazaro is happy until the clergyman begins to smell
a rat.] I did not touch anything, at the moment, because I did not
feel the need. My wretched master came back, and, as God willed it,
he did not look into the trunk which that angel had opened. But next
day, when he had gone out, I opened my bread paradise and took a loaf
between the hands and teeth. In two _credos_ I made it invisible. Not
forgetting the open chest, I rejoiced to think that, with this remedy,
my life would be less miserable. Thus I was happy with him for two
days, but it was not destined that this should continue. [Sidenote: The
clergyman counts the loaves of bread.] For on the third day, at the
very time that I was dying of hunger, he was to be seen at our chest,
counting and recounting the loaves. I dissimulated, and, in my secret
prayers and devotions, I implored that he might be blinded. After he
had been counting for a long time, he said: “If I did not keep such
an exact account I should think that some loaves have been taken from
this chest. From this day I shall have a more accurate account. There
are now nine loaves and part of another.” “New misfortunes have come,”
I said to myself, and I felt that my stomach would soon be in the same
wretched state as before.

When the priest went out, I opened the chest as some consolation,
and when I saw the bread I began to worship it, giving it a thousand
kisses. But I did not pass that day so happily as the day before.
As my hunger increased, so did my longing for more bread. At length
God, who helps the afflicted, showed me a remedy. I said to myself:
“This chest is old, and broken in some parts, though the holes are
very small. The belief might be suggested that rats had got through
these holes and had eaten some of the bread.” It would not do to eat
wholesale, but I began to crumble the bread over some not very valuable
cloth, taking some and leaving some, and thus I got a meal. When the
priest came to examine the damage, he did not doubt that it had been
done by the rats, because it seemed to be done just in the way that
rats would do it. He looked over the chest from one end to the other,
and saw the holes by which the rats might have entered.

He then called to me and said: “Lazaro, look! Look what damage has been
done to our bread last night!” I appeared to be much astonished, and
wondered how it could have happened. [Sidenote: It was the rats.] “It
is the rats,” he declared, “they would leave us nothing.” We went to
our meal, and even there it pleased God that I should come off well;
for he gave me more than usual, including all the parts he thought the
rats had touched, saying: “Eat this which the rat has cleaned.” Thus
the work of my hands, or rather nails, was added to my allowance.

[Sidenote: The clergyman boards up all the rat holes in the old chest.]

Presently I beheld another piece of work. The wretched priest was
pulling nails out of the wall, and looking for small boards with which
to cover all the holes in the ancient chest. “O Lord!” I then said to
myself, “to what miseries and disasters are we born, and how brief are
our pleasures in this our toilsome life! I thought that by this poor
little contrivance I might find a way to pass out of my misery, and I
even ventured to rejoice at my good-fortune, and now my ill-luck has
returned.” Using all the diligence in his power, for misers as a rule
are not wanting in that commodity, he shut the door of my consolation
while he boarded up the holes in the chest. Thus I made my lamentation,
as an end was made to the work, with many small boards and nails.
“Now,” said the priest, “the traitor rats will find little in this
house, and had better leave us, for there is not a hole left large
enough for a mosquito to get in.”

[Illustration: “_‘It is the rats,’ he declared._”]

When he was gone I opened the chest with my key without any hope of
profit from doing so. There were the three or four loaves which my
master thought the rats had not begun upon. Night and day I thought
of some other plan, with the help of my hunger, for they say that it
is an aid to invention. It certainly was so with me. One night I was
deep in thought, meditating how I might use the contents of the chest
again. My master was snoring loudly, so I took an old knife and went to
the chest. I used the knife in the way of a gimlet, and as the ancient
piece of furniture was without strength or heart, it soon surrendered,
and allowed me to make a nice hole. This done I opened the chest, had a
good meal, and went back to my straw bed, where I rested and slept.

Next day my master saw both the hole and the damage done to his
provisions. He began to commend the rats to the devil, saying, “What
shall we say to this! Never have I known rats in this house until now.”
He may well have spoken the truth, for such creatures do not stay where
there is nothing to eat. [Sidenote: What the clergyman did by day,
Lazaro undid by night.] He turned to find more nails in the wall, and a
small board to cover the hole. Night came and he retired to rest, while
I set to work to open by night what he had closed up in the day. It was
like the weaving of Penelope, for all he did by day I undid by night.
In a few days we got the poor old chest into such a state, that it
might be described as a sieve of old time rather than a chest.

When the miserly priest saw that his remedies were of no use he said:
“This chest is so knocked about, and the wood is so old and weak that
there is not a rat against which it can be defended. We will leave it
without defence outside, and I will go to the cost of three or four
reals. As the best outside guard is no use, I will attack these cursed
rats from the inside.” He presently borrowed a rat-trap, and begged
some pieces of cheese from the neighbours. This was a great help to me.
In truth I did not need much sauce for my bread, still, I enjoyed the
bits of cheese which I got from the rat-trap.

[Sidenote: The rat-trap adds cheese to Lazaro’s bread.]

When he found the bread eaten in rat’s fashion, the cheese gone, and
no rats caught, he again commended the rats to the devil. He asked the
neighbours how the cheese could have been taken without the rat being
caught. They agreed that it could not have been a rat. One neighbour
remembered that there used to be a snake in the house, and they all
concurred that it must have been the snake. [Sidenote: It must have
been a snake.] As it is long it could have taken the cheese without
being caught in the trap. This exercised the mind of my master very
much, and from that time he slept so lightly that the slightest sound
made him think that the snake was going into the chest. Then he would
jump up and give the chest many violent blows with a stick, intending
to frighten the snake. The noise used to awaken the neighbours, while
I could not sleep. He rolled about my straw, and me with it, because
the neighbours said that snakes liked to keep warm in the straw, or
in cradles where there are babies, where they even bit them and were
dangerous. I generally went to sleep again, and he told me about it in
the morning, saying: “Did you feel nothing last night, my boy? I was
after the snake, and I even think it came to your bed, for when snakes
are cold they seek for warmth.” I replied, “It was lucky it did not
bite me, but I am terribly frightened.” I did not get up or go to the
chest at night, but waited until my master was in church. He used to
see the inroads on his bread, but knew not how to apply a remedy.

I began to be afraid that, with all my diligence, he might find my key
which I kept amongst the straw. I thought it would be safer to put
it in my mouth. [Sidenote: Lazaro determined to keep the key in his
mouth--a fatal mistake.] For when I lived with the blind man I used
my mouth as a purse, keeping ten or twelve maravedis in it, all in
half blancas, without being prevented from eating. Without that plan
I could not have kept a blanca from the knowledge of the cursed blind
man, for I had not a seam or a lining which he did not examine very
minutely. So, as I have said, I put the key in my mouth every night,
and slept without fear that my wizard of a master would find it. But
when misfortune comes, wit and diligence are of no avail.

It chanced, owing to ill-luck, or rather owing to my sins, that I was
sleeping one night with the key in my mouth in such a position that
the air went out of the hollow in the key and caused it to whistle so
that, for my sins, my master heard it. So he got up with the club in
his hand, and came to me very quietly that the snake might not hear,
for he felt no doubt that it was the snake. He thought that it was in
the straw, and he raised the club with the intention of giving it such
a blow as to kill it. So he hit me on the head with all his force and
left me senseless.

[Sidenote: Lazaro is found out, and half killed in the process.]

Seeing the quantity of blood he understood the harm he had done me,
and went in a great hurry to get a light. Coming back he found me with
the key in my mouth, half of it projecting, in the same way as it was
when I was whistling with it. The killer of snakes was astounded that
it should have been the key. He took it out of my mouth to see what it
was. Then he went to try it in the lock, and found out my practices.
He said that the rats and the snake that devoured his substance were
found. What happened in the next three days I know not, for I was in
the belly of the whale. At the end of that time my senses returned. I
found myself lying on my straw, and my head covered with unguents and
plasters. I was astounded and said: “What is this?” The cruel priest
answered that he had caught the rats and the serpent. Finding myself
so evilly treated, I began to understand what had happened. At this
time an old woman came in and dressed my wound. Then the neighbours
began to take off the bandages. They rejoiced when they saw that I had
recovered my senses, and began to laugh over my misfortunes while I,
as the sinner, mourned over them. [Sidenote: Lazaro recovers and is
shown the door.] With all this they gave me something to eat, so that
in a fortnight I could get up and was out of danger, though suffering
from hunger. On another day, when I was up, my master took me by the
hand and put me outside the door. Being in the street, he said:
“From to-day, Lazaro, you are your own master and not my servant.
Seek another master, and go, in God’s name; for I do not want such a
diligent person in my service, who is only fit to be a blind man’s
guide.” He then crossed himself as if he thought I had a devil, went
back into the house, and shut the door.

[Illustration]




THIRD MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A GENTLEMAN, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM


Thus I was obliged to seek strength out of weakness, and little by
little, with the help of kind people, I reached this famous city of
Toledo. [Sidenote: Lazaro reaches Toledo, and seeks for a master.] At
the end of fifteen days, by the mercy of God, my wound was healed.
While I was ill people gave me some alms, but as soon as I was well
they all said, “You lazy little vagabond, go and seek for a master whom
you may serve.” “But where can I find one?” I said to myself.

[Sidenote: On the road to Toledo.]

I was wandering about from door to door, without any settled purpose,
when I came upon an esquire,[24] who was walking down the street,
fairly well dressed and groomed. He looked at me and I at him.
[Sidenote: The esquire.] He then said, “Boy! are you seeking for a
master?” I replied, “Yes, sir!” “Then come along behind me,” he said,
“for God has shown mercy to you by letting you meet with me.” So I
followed him, giving thanks to God. Judging from his dress and manner I
thought he was the sort of master of whom I stood in need.

  [24] Escudero. The English equivalent is _esquire_; Latin,
  _armiger_. Selden says that the original of this title was the
  office or function of _armiger_ or _scutifer_. Our _esquire_ and
  the French _escuyer_ are derived from Scutarius. In Froissart
  we have knights and esquires, in Spain cavalleros (knights) and
  escuderos (esquires).

[Sidenote: Lazaro enters the service of an esquire.]

It was in the morning when I met with my third master, and I followed
him over a great part of the city. He passed by the place where they
sell bread and other provisions, and I thought and desired that he
would employ me to carry what he bought, for it was the time for
marketing. But, with a slow step, he passed by all these things.
Perhaps, I thought, he is not satisfied with them and intends to make
his purchases in some other place. In this way we walked about until
eleven in the forenoon, when he entered the principal church, and I
at his heels. I saw him hear Mass and the other divine offices very
devoutly until the service was all finished, and the people had gone.
Then we left the church and began to walk down the street. I was the
happiest boy in the world to see that my master had not troubled
himself about marketing, for I deduced from that the belief that he
had everything at home, where I should find all that I desired. At last
we came to a house before which my master stopped, and I with him.

[Illustration: “_I followed him over a great part of the city._”]

[Sidenote: The esquire takes Lazaro to his house.]

Throwing the end of his cloak over his left shoulder, he took a key out
of his sleeve and opened the door. We entered the house. It was so dark
and dismal that it might cause fear to any one coming in. Within there
was a small court and fair-sized rooms. He then took off his cloak and,
first asking whether I had clean hands, he shook it and folded it.
Then, after very carefully blowing the dust off a bench that was there,
he put the cloak on it. Having done this he sat upon it and began to
ask me questions, in great detail, as to where I came from and how I
reached the city. I had to give him a much longer account than I cared
for, as it seemed to me that it was a more convenient time for laying
the cloth and getting the meal ready than for answering what he asked.
Nevertheless, I satisfied his curiosity with the best lies I could
invent, relating all I had done well, and holding my tongue about the
rest, which did not appear to me to be appropriate. [Sidenote: Nothing
to eat in the esquire’s house.] This done, we remained in the same
place for a while. It was now nearly two o’clock in the afternoon, and
there was no more sign of anything to eat than there would be for the
dead.

After this my master closed the door and locked it, and neither above
nor below was there a sign of any other person in the house. All I
had seen was walls, without chairs or table, or even a chest, like
that of the rats and snake. It was like a house bewitched. At this
juncture he said to me, “You, my boy! have you eaten?” “No, sir,” said
I, “for it was not eight o’clock when I met your worship.” “Well,” he
said, “although I have breakfasted this morning, I shall be fasting
until night, so you must hold on, and afterwards we will have supper.”
[Sidenote: Lazaro sees trouble ahead about food, but he dissimulates.]
When I heard this I was very much depressed, not so much from hunger,
as from the knowledge that the luck was continuing to be against me.
For my hardships seemed to be coming back. I mourned over my troubles,
and remembered what I once thought, when I was meditating on leaving
the priest, that ill-fortune might bring me to something worse.
Finally, I began to weep over my miserable past life, and over my
approaching death. At the same time I dissimulated as well as I could.

“Sir,” I said, “I am a boy who does not trouble much about eating,
blessed be God! So that I am able to receive praise among all my
equals, as the one who has the most moderate appetite, and for this I
have even been praised, up to this time, by my former masters.” “This
is a virtue,” he replied, “and for this I like you better. Gluttony is
for pigs and to eat with moderation for respectable people.” “Well do
I understand you,” said I to myself, “and cursed be such medicine, and
such kindness as I have had from my masters, who give me nothing but
starvation.”

[Sidenote: The esquire and Lazaro sup on the boy’s three pieces of
bread.]

I then put myself in one corner of the doorway, and took some pieces
of bread out of my bosom, which remained from what had been given me.
When he saw it he said to me, “Come here, my boy, what is it you are
eating?” I came to him and showed him. He took for himself the largest
of the three pieces I had, and said to me, “By my life! this bread
seems good.” “And sir,” said I, “it is good.” “Yes, by my faith!” said
he, “where did you get it from--are you sure it was kneaded with clean
hands?” “I do not know that,” said I, “but the smell of it does not
turn my stomach.” “Please God!” said my poor master, and, putting it
to his mouth, he began to take as voracious mouthfuls as I did with
mine. “It is most delicious,” he said. I feared he would finish first,
and that he would want to help me with what was left of mine, so we
both came to an end at the same time. [Sidenote: A meagre supper and
a wretched bed.] My master then began to collect with his hand a few
crumbs which had remained on our breasts. Then he went into a small
room and brought out a jug without a spout, and not very new. After
he had had a drink he offered it to me. I said, “Sir! I do not drink
wine.” “It is water,” he replied, “and you can well drink it.” Then
I took the jug and drank, but not very much, as thirst was not my
complaint. So we remained until the night, talking about things he had
asked me, while I gave the best answers I could.

He took me into the chamber out of which he had brought the jug of
water, and said, “Boy, stay here, and see how we make this bed, that
you may know how to make it henceforward.” He put me at one end and
himself at the other, and he made the miserable bed. There was not
much to make. He had a sort of hurdle on trestles. Over this he spread
clothes. They did not look very like a mattress, but served as one,
with much less blanket than was necessary. What there was we spread
out, but it was impossible to soften the bed. It was too hard.

When the bed was made, and the night being come, he said to me:
“Lazaro, it is now too late, it is a long way to the market-place, and
in this city there are many thieves who prowl about at night. We must
do the best we can, and to-morrow, when it is light, God will have
mercy. Being alone I am not provided, for I have been in the habit of
having my meals outside, but now we will arrange things in another
way.” [Sidenote: The esquire’s apology for no supper. His philosophical
view of starvation.] “Sir,” I replied, “do not trouble about me, for I
can pass a night like this.” “You will become more and more healthy,”
he then told me, “for there is nothing in the world that lives long but
it eats little.” “If that is so,” I said to myself, “I shall never die,
for I have always been obliged to observe that rule by force, and even,
if my ill-luck continues, it may be so all my life.”

He lay down on the bed, using his hose and doublet for a pillow, and
ordered me to put myself at his feet. I did so, but not to go to sleep,
for the canes of the hurdle and my protruding bones struggled with each
other without ceasing. What with my hardships, misery, and starvation
I do not think there was a pound’s weight of flesh on my body.
[Sidenote: A very bad night.] As I had scarcely eaten anything all day
I was wild with hunger, which is not a friend of sleep. I cursed my
fate and my ill-luck a thousand times, may God pardon me! I was like
that most of the night, not daring to turn for fear of awakening my
master; and I prayed to God many times for death.

[Sidenote: The esquire attends to his outward appearance.]

When morning came we got up and began to shake and brush the doublet
and hose, the coat and cloak. My master dressed himself very carefully,
combed his hair, washed his hands, and put his sword on. As he did so
he said to me: “Ah, my boy, if you only knew what a weapon this sword
is. There is not a mark of gold in the whole world for which I would
give it. Moreover, there is not a sword among all that Antonio ever
made that has the steel so tempered as this one.” Then he drew it out
and tried it with his finger, saying, “Look here, I am obliged to use
a ball of wool for it.” I said to myself, “And I need a piece of bread
for my teeth, though they are not made of steel.” He put his sword
back, and with a stately pace, his body erect, his head turned gently
from side to side, throwing the end of his cloak over his shoulder,
and putting his right hand on his side, he said, “Lazaro, take care of
the house, make the bed, fetch water from the river for the jug, as it
is getting low. I am going to hear Mass. Lock the door that nothing may
be stolen, placing the key on the hook by the hinge, that I may be able
to come in when I return.”

[Illustration: “_What there was we spread out._”]

[Sidenote: Stately appearance of the esquire when he walked abroad.]

He then marched down the street with such a contained and noble air
that any one who did not know the contrary would have thought that he
was a very near relation to the Count of Arcos,[25] or at least his
chamberlain who had been clothed by him. “A blessing on you, my lord,”
I was left saying, “who gives the disease and provides the remedy.” Who
would meet my master, and, judging from his satisfied look, not suppose
that he had supped well and slept in a comfortable bed, and that in the
morning he had had a good breakfast? [Sidenote: Lazaro’s reflections on
the secrets hidden under the esquire’s cloak.] Great secrets, sir, are
those which you keep and of which the world is ignorant. Who would not
be deceived by that fair presence and decent cloak? And who would think
that the same gentleman passed all that day without eating anything
but the bit of bread which his servant Lazaro had carried all day in
his bosom, where it was not likely to find much cleanliness? To-day,
washing his hands and face, he had to wipe them with the end of his
cloak for want of a towel. Certainly no one would have suspected it. O
Lord! how many such as him must be scattered over the world, who suffer
for the jade they call honour that which they would not suffer for a
friend.

  [25] The Duke of Arcos was a very grand nobleman. The title
  belonged to the family of Ponce de Leon, but before this was
  written the head of the family had become Duke of Cadiz, a title
  which was afterwards changed to that of Duke of Arcos. The second
  Duke was flourishing at this time, and died in 1590. Count, in
  the text, is a mistake. It should be Duke.

[Sidenote: Lazaro’s reflections. He goes for water and finds his master
flirting on the river bank.]

I was standing at the door, looking out and thinking of these and many
other things until my master disappeared down the long and narrow
street. Then I went back into the house, and in the time that it would
take to say a _credo_ I had run all over it without finding anything.
I made the hard bed, took up the jug and went with it to the river.
There I saw my master in great request with two fair ladies in a
garden. There were other ladies, for many think it fashionable to go
and refresh themselves on summer mornings by those pleasant banks. In
confidence that they will be well received, several gentlemen of the
place also frequent the river-side. As I have said, my master was among
them, saying the sweetest things that Ovid ever wrote. They had no
shame in asking him to pay for their breakfasts, but he, finding that
he was as cold in the purse as he was empty in the stomach, began to
have that feeling which robs the face of its colour, and to make not
very valid excuses. When they saw his infirmity, they went to those who
were not suffering from it. I was breaking my fast with some stalks of
vegetables with great diligence, and not seeing any more of my master I
went back to the house.

I thought of sweeping some part of it, which was very necessary, but I
could find nothing with which to do it; so I set myself to think what
I should do next. [Sidenote: Lazaro waits long for his master to bring
food, but he never came.] I thought I would wait for my master until
noon. When he came he might by good luck bring something for us to eat.
But there was no such experience for me. It was two o’clock, my master
had not come, and I was desperately hungry. So I shut the door, put the
key where I was told, and gave all my attention to my own necessities.

[Sidenote: Lazaro’s successful begging expedition.]

With a low and feeble voice, and my hands in my bosom, the good God
before my eyes, and my tongue repeating His Name, I began to pray for
bread at the largest houses and doors I came upon. As this method was
sucked in with my mother’s milk, or I should say that I learnt it from
that great master of it, the blind man, so good a disciple was I that,
although in this city little is known of charity, nor had it been an
abundant year, I made such a good haul that, before the clock struck
four, I had several pounds of bread inside me, and two loaves up my
sleeve and in my bosom. I returned to the house, and, in passing a
tripe-shop, I begged of one of the shopwomen, who gave me a piece of a
cow’s foot and several pieces of boiled tripe.

When I got back to the house my good master was already there. The
cloak was folded and put on the bench, and he was pacing up and down.
He came up to me, and I thought he was going to scold me for being
late. He asked me where I had been, and I said, “Sir! I was here until
it struck two. But when I saw that you were not coming, I went over
the city, to commend myself to the kind people, and they have given me
what you see.” I showed him the bread and the tripe, which I carried in
the end of my skirt. At this he seemed well pleased and said, “Well, I
waited for you to eat, and when you did not come I ate what there
was, but you have done well in this, for it is better to beg in the
name of God than to steal. He helps me as He sees fit. [Sidenote: What
touches the esquire’s honour.] I merely charge you that people must not
be told that you live with me, for it touches my honour; though I well
believe that it will be kept secret, because very few people know me
here.”

[Illustration: “_Gave me a piece of a cow’s foot and several pieces of
boiled tripe._”]

“Do not be troubled about that, sir,“ I replied to him, “for cursed be
he who asks the question, and myself if I tell him anything. No, we
shall soon be free from want. When I saw that nothing good came into
this house I went out. Surely the ground must be bad, or there must be
unlucky houses which bring ill-luck to those who live in them.” “This
one must be so without doubt,” he replied. “I promise you that after a
month I will not stay in it, even if it is given me as my own.”

I sat down at the end of the bench, and, that he might not take me
for a glutton, I said nothing about the meal. I began supper, and to
bite my bread and tripe. [Sidenote: The esquire longs for a share of
Lazaro’s supper.] Looking stealthily I saw that my unhappy master could
not take his eyes off my skirt, which served as a plate. May God have
as much pity for me as I had for him! I could feel what he felt, and
have been feeling so every day. I thought whether it would be right
for me to invite him to share, for as he had told me that he had dined,
he might decline the invitation. Finally, I asked that sinner to help
me in my work, and to break his fast as he did the day before. He had a
better chance, the food being better and my hunger less. It pleased God
to comply with my wish, and I even think with his. For as he passed,
in walking up and down, he came to me and said: “I assure you, Lazaro,
that you have the best grace in eating that I ever saw in any one, and
that no one can see you doing it, without having a longing to eat, even
when he had no such longing before.” “The great longing that you have
makes you think my way of eating so beautiful,” I said to myself, “and
causes your wish to help me.”

[Sidenote: Lazaro’s courtesy, tact, and kindness.]

He longed to join me, and I opened a way by saying, “Sir, the good
tools make the good craftsman. This bread is delicious, and this cow’s
foot is so well cooked and seasoned that there is no one that would
not be drawn to it by the smell alone.” “Cow’s foot, is it?” he said.
“Yes, sir!” “I tell you that is the best mouthful in the world, there
is not even a pheasant that is so good.” “Try it, sir!” said I, “and
see whether it is as good as you think.” [Sidenote: Lazaro generously
provides his master with a supper.] I put on one side the cow’s foot
and three or four pieces of bread, and he sat down by my side, and
began to eat as if he would like to devour every little bone. “This
wonderful food is like a hotch-potch,” he said. “You eat with the best
kind of sauce,” I replied. “Before God,” said he, “if I had known I
would not have eaten a mouthful all day.” “Thus the good years avenge
me,” I said to myself. He asked me for the jug of water, and I gave
it to him just as I had brought it. My master had not over-eaten, and
it is a sign of this that there was no want of water. We both drank,
and went to bed in the same way as the night before, well contented.
To avoid prolixity I may say that the same thing went on for the next
eight or ten days.

In the mornings my master went out to take the air in the streets with
the same satisfied look, leaving poor Lazaro with the head of a wolf. I
often reflected on my misfortune that, escaping from the evil masters I
had served, and seeking to better myself, I should have found one who
not only did not maintain me, but whom I had to support. With all that
I liked him well enough, seeing that he could not do better. My feeling
was rather of sorrow than of enmity. Often I fared ill in bringing to
the house that with which he might be satisfied.

[Sidenote: Lazaro examines the esquire’s clothes, and finds nothing.]

One morning the sad esquire got out of bed in his shirt and went up
to the roof of the house. I quickly searched the hose and doublet at
the head of the bed, and found a small purse of velvet, but there had
not been so much as a blanca in it for many a day. “This man,” I said
to myself, “is really poor, and cannot give what he has not got. The
avaricious blind man and the ill-conditioned clergyman, may God reward
them both! nearly killed me with hunger, the one with a kiss on the
hand, the other with a deceitful tongue. Those it is right for me to
detest, but for this poor man to have a tender feeling.” God is my
witness that even now when I meet with any one dressed like this, and
walking with the same pompous air, it makes me sad to think that he
might be suffering what I saw my poor master suffer. [Sidenote: Lazaro
has a kindly feeling for his third master.] With all his poverty I
liked serving him; but not the other two masters. I only felt some
discontent, for I should have liked him not to be quite so proud, and
to have lowered his pretensions just a little when his necessities were
so great. But it seems to me that it is a well-established rule among
such people to march with their caps well cocked, though they have not
a blanca to their names. The Lord have mercy on those who have to die
of this disease!

[Sidenote: Begging prohibited.]

I was in this condition, passing the life I have described, when my
ill-luck again began to pursue me. In that land the year was one which
only yielded a bad harvest, so the municipal authorities resolved that
all mendicants should leave the town; with the addition that any who
remained after four days should be punished by whipping. Then the law
took effect, and there were processions of poor people being whipped
down the four streets.

This so frightened me that I did not dare to transgress by begging.
So you may imagine the abstinence of our house, and the sadness and
silence of its inmates. We were two or three days without eating a
mouthful or speaking a word. [Sidenote: Lazaro is kept alive by some
kind shop-girls.] Some young women, sewers of cotton who made caps
and lived near us, kept me alive, for I had made friends with them.
From the little they had, they gave me enough to keep body and soul
together. I was not so unhappy for myself as for my forlorn master,
who in eight days never ate a mouthful, at least in the house. I do
not know where he went or what he had to eat when he went out. I used
to see him come back at noon, walking along the street with dignified
carriage, thinner than a greyhound of good breed, and with regard to
what touched the nonsense he called honour, he brought a straw of
which we had not enough in the house. [Sidenote: Master and boy in a
miserable and starving condition.] Coming to the door he would grind
his teeth with nothing between them, complaining all the time of his
bad lodging and saying: “It is a bad thing to see, and a most unlucky
place to have to live in, and while we have to be here it will always
be wretchedly sad. We have got to endure it, but I wish that this month
was over, so that we might leave it.”

[Sidenote: The esquire brings home a real, but bemoans his fate.]

Being in this miserable and starving condition, one day, I know not
through what good-fortune or chance, my poor master became possessed of
a real. He came to the house with it, as delighted as if he had got all
the riches of Venice, and smiling at me with a very joyous expression,
he said: “Take it, Lazaro, for God has at length begun to open His
hand. Go to the market for bread, meat, and wine, for we will break the
Devil’s eye. I would further have you to know that I have taken another
house, and that we shall not have to be in this wretched one for more
than another month. May it be accursed, and he who placed the first
tile to build it! O Lord! how have I lived here! Scarcely a drop of
wine have I drunk nor a morsel of bread have I eaten, nor have I ever
had any rest here, and it looks so sad and forbidding. Go and return
quickly, for to-day we will eat like counts.”

I took the jug and the real, and giving speed to my feet, I began to
run up the street to the market, very joyful and contented. But of what
avail if evil fortune always brought anxiety with my joy. So it was on
this occasion.

As I ran up the street I was calculating how I could spend the money
to the best advantage and most profitably, giving thanks to God that
my master had got something to spend. [Sidenote: Terror of Lazaro,
thinking they were bringing a dead body to his house.] Suddenly I met
a funeral with many priests and mourners. I got up against the wall to
let them pass. Presently they came, one in deep mourning, apparently
the wife of the deceased, with other women. She was crying with a loud
voice and saying, “O my lord and husband, whither are they taking you,
to the sad and empty house, to the dark and wretched place, to the
house where there is nothing to eat and drink.” When I heard this the
heaven and earth seemed to be joined together. I exclaimed, “O unhappy
me! it is to our house that they are taking this dead body.” I turned
back, slipped through the crowd of people, and ran down the street
as fast as I could to our house. [Sidenote: Lazaro bars the door to
keep out the dead body.] When I got there I began to close the door in
great haste, calling on my master to come and help, and to defend the
entrance. He was rather surprised, thinking it was something else, and
said to me, “What is this, my boy, what are you making a noise about,
what are you doing, why are you shutting the door in such a fury?” “Oh
sir,” I cried, “they are bringing a dead body here!” “How do you know?”
he said. “I met it in the street,” I replied, “and the dead man’s wife
was crying and shouting, ‘My lord and husband, whither do they take
you, to the dark and dismal house, to the sad and wretched place, to
the house where they never eat nor drink.’ It must be here, sir, that
they are bringing it.” Certainly when my master heard this, though he
had no great reason to be merry, he laughed so heartily that it was a
long time before he could speak. By this time I had got the beam across
the door and put my shoulder against it, to make it more secure.

[Sidenote: Lazaro barring the door.]

The people passed with their corpse, and all the time I pushed against
the door, to prevent them from getting into the house. At last, when he
had had much more of laughing than of eating, my good master said to
me, “In truth, Lazaro, seeing what the widow was saying, you were right
to think as you did. But God has been good to us, and they have passed.
So open, open, and go and get the food.” “Let me wait, sir, until
they are out of the street,” I begged. [Sidenote: At last the esquire
unbars the door, and Lazaro does his marketing.] At last my master
came and opened the door in spite of me, which was necessary, because
I was so upset with fear and excitement. I then went out. We ate well
on that day, but I took no pleasure in it, nor did my colour come back
for three more days, while my master smiled a good deal, whenever he
noticed the state I had been in.

In this way I continued with my third and poorest master, the esquire,
for several succeeding days, always longing to know the reason of his
coming and remaining in this place. For, from the first day that I
took service with him, I saw that he was a stranger, from the little
intercourse he had with the inhabitants. [Sidenote: The esquire tells
his story to Lazaro.] At last I accomplished my desire, and came to
know what I wanted. It was one day when we had eaten reasonably well,
and were rather well satisfied. He told me about his affairs, and said
that he came from Old Castille. He said he had left his home for no
other reason than that he had not taken off his cap to a knight who
was his neighbour. “Sir,” I said, “if that was what happened, and he
was greater than you, were you not wrong in not having doffed your
cap first? but he ought to have taken his off as well.” He went on
to say that the knight did take off his cap to him; but that he had
taken his off first so many times, that it was well to see what the
other would do. “It seems to me, sir,” said I, “that you should have
doffed to one greater and richer than yourself.” [Sidenote: The esquire
expounds his views of honour to Lazaro.] “You are only a boy,” he
replied, “and cannot understand the things appertaining to honour in
which, at the present time, is all the wealth of respectable people.
You must remember that I am, as you know, an esquire. I swear to God
that if I met a count in the street and he did not salute me, I would
not salute him if I met him again. I should enter some house as if I
had business there, or turn down another street before he came near me.
For a gentleman owes nothing to any one but God and the king; nor is
it right for a man of honour to forego his self-respect. I remember
that one day, in my country, I affronted and nearly came to blows with
an officer, because whenever I saluted him he said, ‘May God preserve
your honour!’ ‘You are a wretch,’ I said, ‘for you are not well bred.
You said to me “God preserve you,” as if I was nobody.’ From that time
he took off his cap, and behaved properly.” [Sidenote: The esquire
continues to discourse on the same subject.] “Is it not good manners
for one man to salute another,” I asked, “or to say ‘God preserve
you’?” He answered, “It is only underbred people who talk thus. To
gentlemen like myself, it should be not less than ‘I kiss the hands
of your honour!’ or at the very least, ‘I kiss your hand, sir!’ if he
who speaks is a knight. In my own land I would not suffer a mere ‘God
preserve you,’ nor will I suffer it from any man in the world, from
the king downwards.” “Sinner that I am,” said I, “for having taken so
little care about it. But will you not suffer any one to pray for you?”

He continued: “Above all, I am not so poor but that I possess, in my
own country, an estate of houses which are well-built, sixteen leagues
from where I was born, in the vicinity of Valladolid. They would be
worth two hundred times a thousand maravedis if they were in good
repair; and I also have a pigeon-cote which, if it was not demolished,
would give out two hundred pigeons every year, as well as other things
about which I am silent, as it might touch my honour.

[Sidenote: The esquire’s honour makes him fastidious in accepting
employment.]

“I came to this city because I expected to find a good appointment, but
things have not turned out as I thought. Canons and other Churchmen
find plenty, because their profession is not overcrowded. Careless
gentlemen also seek me, but to serve with such people involves great
trouble, for a man must lose his self-respect with them. If not
they tell you to go in God’s name, while the pay is usually at long
intervals; when they wish to clear their consciences, and pay for your
work, they make you free of a wardrobe containing a worn doublet and
a frayed cloak. [Sidenote: Service with a great lord is not to the
esquire’s liking.] When a man takes service with a titled lord there is
also misery. I cannot undertake to serve or content such. By the Lord!
if I should engage myself to one, I think that I should be a great
favourite, and that he would confer great favours on me; but I should
have to like his habits and customs though not the best in the world; I
should be expected never to say a word that would displease, to be very
careful in word and deed, not to kill myself in doing things which
the great man would not see, never to consort with those who would do
him disservice because it would behove me to guard his interests. If
some servant of his excites his anger by neglecting his duties, and
it should appear that something might be said for the accused, on the
contrary you must scoff at the poor fellow maliciously. It is a duty
to inform against those in the house, and to find out what is done
outside, so as to report it. Many other things of a like kind are the
custom in a palace, and with the lord of it, who appears honourable.
But such lords do not want to see virtuous men in their houses. On
the contrary, they hate and despise them, calling them useless and
unacquainted with business. I do not wish to trust my fortunes with
such people.”

[Sidenote: When the people came for their rent, the esquire
disappeared.]

In this way my master was lamenting his ill-fortune, and giving me an
account of his valorous person. While he was thus employed a man and an
old woman came in by the door. The man asked for the rent of the house,
and the old woman for the rent of the bed, saying that they were hired
from two months to two months. I think the sum required was twelve to
thirteen reals. My master gave them a very civil answer, saying that
he would go out and get change, and return in the afternoon.

But his departure was without any return. They returned in the
afternoon when it was late, and I told them that he had not yet come
back. The night came, but he did not. I was afraid to stay in the house
alone, so I went to my girl-friends, told them what had happened, and
slept there. When morning came the creditors returned and asked for the
lodger. The girls answered that his boy was there, and that the key was
in the door. They asked me where my master was, and I answered that I
did not know where he was, but that he had gone out to get change. I
thought that he had gone with the change from me as well as from them.

[Sidenote: Creditors search for the esquire’s effects, but there are
none.]

When they had heard what I had to say they went for an officer and a
scrivener. Presently they returned with them. They took the key, called
me and some witnesses, opened the door and went in to take possession
of my master’s effects until he had paid his debts. They went all over
the house and found it empty. Then they asked me where my master’s
effects were, his chest, clothes, and jewelry. I said that I did not
know. No doubt, they said, they have got up in the night and taken
them somewhere else. [Sidenote: Lazaro is taken into custody.] “Sir,”
they said to the officer, “take this boy into custody, for he knows
where the effects are.” On this the officer came and took me by the
collar, saying, “Boy, you are my prisoner if you do not show us the
goods of your master.”

[Illustration: “_They returned in the afternoon._”]

I never was in such a plight as this, though I had been taken by the
collar many times. I was dreadfully frightened and began to cry,
promising to tell them all they might ask. “That is well,” they said,
“tell all you know and you have nothing to fear.”

The scrivener then sat down on the bench to write out the inventory,
asking me what there was. I said, “What my master has, according to
what he told me, is a very good estate consisting of houses and a
demolished pigeon-cote.” “This is worth little,” they said, “but it
will do for the payment of his debts. In what part of the town is
it?” “In his own country,” I replied. “By the Lord! this is a fine
business,” they exclaimed, “and where is his country?” “He told me that
it was in Old Castille,” I said. The officer and the scrivener laughed
a good deal, and said, “This is a good story to cover your debts!”

[Sidenote: Lazaro is released, at the intercession of his girl-friends.]

The girls who were my neighbours, and who were present, then said:
“Sirs! this is an innocent child, and has only been a few days with
that esquire, and knows no more than your worships. He used to come to
our house and we gave him to eat what we could spare, for the love of
God, and at night he went to sleep with the esquire.”

Seeing that I was innocent they let me go. Then the officer and the
scrivener asked for their fees from the man and the old woman, over
which there was much contention and noise. They declared that they
ought not to be forced to pay, for they had got nothing to pay with,
and that the seizure of goods had not been made. The others maintained
that they had been taken away from other business of more consequence.
Finally, after making a great noise, they went away, and I do not know
how it ended.

[Sidenote: Lazaro finds himself deserted by his master.]

Having rested from my past troubles I went about to seek employment.
Thus I left my poor third master, and know not his unhappy fate.
Looking back at all that had gone against me, I found that I had
managed my affairs in a reverse way. Masters are usually deserted by
their boys, but with me it was not so. For my master deserted and fled
from me.




FOURTH MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A FRIAR OF THE ORDER OF MERCY, AND WHAT
HAPPENED TO HIM.


I had to seek for my fourth master. He was a friar of the Order of
Mercy, who was pointed out to me by my girl-friends. They called him a
relation. He was a great enemy of the choir, and of having his meals in
the convent. He was fond of walking about, of secular business, and of
paying visits, so much so that I think he wore out more shoes than any
one else in the convent. The friar gave me the first shoes I ever burst
in my life. They did not last eight days. I could not endure so much
trotting about. For this reason, and some other little things I will
not mention, I left him.




FIFTH MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A SELLER OF PAPAL INDULGENCES


My fifth master chanced to be a man engaged in the sale of Papal
Indulgences.[26] He was the most shameless and impudent distributor
of them that ever I saw or hope to see, nor do I believe that any one
else ever saw one like him. For he had and sought out his own modes
and methods, and very cunning inventions. Coming to the place where
he wanted to effect the sales, he began by making trifling presents
to the clergy, but nothing of any great value: a lettuce of Murcia if
it was the season, a couple of lemons or oranges, a peach, a couple
of nectarines, or some green pears. In this way he got them into good
humour for favouring his business, and inducing their parishioners to
buy his Indulgences.

  [26] The “Pardoner,” or seller of Indulgences, was also
  caricatured in Chaucer’s _Canterbury Tales_, a century and a half
  earlier.

[Sidenote: Subtle contrivances of the seller of Indulgences.]

If they said that they understood Latin, he did not say a word in
that language, for fear of stumbling, but he resorted a gentle and
well-considered way of telling his story, with a most seductive tongue.
If he found that the clergy were of the reverend class, he talked to
them in Latin for two hours, at least what appeared like Latin, though
it might not have been so. When the people did not buy the Indulgences
freely, he sought how to make them do so by bringing trouble on their
village. At other times he tried cunning tricks. But as all his devices
would take long to relate, I will only recount one that was specially
subtle, and proved his sufficiency.

He had preached for two or three days in a village near Toledo, using
all his accustomed arts, but no one had bought an Indulgence, nor
was there any sign of an intention to do so. He had devoted them all
to the Devil, and was meditating what to do next, when he determined
to call the parishioners together the next morning and make a last
effort. [Sidenote: Sham quarrel between the seller of Indulgences and
the constable.] That night he and the constable,[27] after supper,
sat down to play at cards, and they began to quarrel over the game,
and make use of bad language. The seller of Indulgences called the
constable a thief, and the constable called him a liar. On this my
master took up a lance which was in the doorway. The constable put
his hand on his sword. At the row they were making the guests and
neighbours came and got between them. In great fury the combatants
struggled to free themselves and get at each other. But as the
place was full of people they saw that they would be prevented from
fighting, so they again resorted to abusive language. Among other
things the constable said to my master that he was a liar, and that the
Indulgences about which he preached were false. At last the people, as
they could not pacify the disputants, determined to take the constable
away. Thus my master was left in a great rage. Later on the guests and
neighbours entreated him to moderate his anger and go to bed, which in
the end we all did.

  [27] A pardoner always had a sergeant or constable with him, to
  help him in such houses as refused to pay for their pardons at
  the appointed time.

When morning came my master went to the church to arrange about the
Mass, and about preaching the sermon to announce the Indulgences. The
people assembled, but they came murmuring at the Indulgences, saying
that they were false, and that the constable himself had found it
out. If before they disliked buying them they now detested the idea.
[Sidenote: The seller of Indulgences begins his sermon.] The commissary
or seller of Indulgences went up into the pulpit, and began his sermon
by urging the people not to fail in getting the benefit of such a
blessing and such Indulgences as the sacred Bull brought them. When he
was in the middle of his sermon the constable entered by the door of
the church, and when he had said a prayer, he got up and addressed the
people in a loud voice. “Good people,” he said, “hear one word from me,
and then listen to any one you like. I came here with this cheat who is
preaching to you, and he deceived me. He said that I should help him in
this business, and that we would divide the profits. Now see the harm
he would have done to my conscience and to your pockets. [Sidenote:
Sham denunciation of the Indulgences by the constable.] I plainly
declare to you that the Indulgences he is preaching about are false,
and that you should not believe in them nor buy them. I will not be a
party to it, directly nor indirectly. From this time I give up the wand
of office and put it on the ground. If hereafter this man is punished
for his falsehoods, you must be my witness that I am not a party to
them, and have neither aided nor abetted them. On the contrary, I have
undeceived you and exposed his imposture.” Then he concluded his speech.

Some respectable men wanted to take the constable and turn him out of
the church to avoid scandal. But my master raised his hand and ordered
that no one should molest him on pain of excommunication. He declared
that the constable must be allowed to say whatever he liked. When the
constable had finished, my master asked him whether he wanted to say
anything more. The constable replied, “I could say a good deal more
about your falsehoods, but this will do for the present.”

The commissary then knelt down in the pulpit, clasped his hands, turned
his eyes up, and said: “O Lord! from whom nothing is hidden, and to
whom all things are known, to whom nothing is impossible but all things
are possible, Thou knowest the truth and how unjustly I have been
accused. All that concerns myself I freely pardon, as Thou, Lord, hast
pardoned me. Look not at this man who knows not what he does or says. I
only pray for justice. Some who are present may perchance have intended
to take these holy Indulgences, and on hearing the false words of that
man they may have changed their minds. So I pray to Thee, O Lord, that
Thou wilt work a miracle in this way. [Sidenote: Sham miracle worked
on the constable.] If what my accuser says is true, that I am evil and
false, let this pulpit sink from me forty feet under ground, and never
appear again. But if what I say is true, and that man is persuaded by
the Devil to try to deprive those present of such great benefits, let
him be punished, that all may know his malice.”

Scarcely had my devout master finished his speech when the bad
constable fell to the ground with such a noise that the church
resounded. Then he began to groan and foam at the mouth, making hideous
faces, throwing about his arms and legs, and rolling about on the
ground. The noise made by the people was so great that they could not
hear each other speak. Some were astounded and terrified. Others cried
to God for help. A few, not without trepidation, took his arms and held
his legs, for there is not a mule in the world that could have given
fiercer kicks. So they held him for a long time, there being more than
fifteen men keeping him down, and to all he gave blows, and, if they
were not careful, kicks also.

All this time my master was on his knees in the pulpit, with hands
and eyes raised to heaven, transported by the divine essence. The
noise and disturbance in the church had no effect on his sacred
contemplations. [Sidenote: The people intercede for the constable.]
Some good men came to him, and, speaking loudly to arouse him,
entreated him to succour that poor creature who was dying. They
besought him not to dwell upon things that were past, and not to
consider his evil deeds, as he had been punished. They prayed to him
that, if he could do any good, he would deliver the man from his
sufferings for the love of God. They declared that they clearly saw the
sin of the culprit, and my master’s truth and goodness, but entreated
him to pray to the Lord not to prolong the man’s punishment. [Sidenote:
All the people pray for the constable to be forgiven.] The commissary,
like one awaking from a delicious dream, looking long at the culprit
and at those who were round him, then said: “My good friends, you have
interceded for a man on whom God has so signally laid his Hands. But He
has enjoined us not to return evil for evil, and to pardon injuries. We
may confidently pray that His goodness will pardon this offender who
has tried to put obstacles into the working of His holy faith. Let us
all pray for this.”

He then came down from the pulpit, and desired that all should pray
very devoutly to our Lord to pardon that sinner, and restore him to
health and sound judgment, delivering him from the Devil, if, for his
great sin, the Evil One had been permitted to enter into him. All went
down on their knees before the altar, while the clergy began to chant
a litany in a low voice, coming with a cross and the holy water, after
singing over it. My master raised his hands to heaven, and turned
his eyes up until scarcely anything could be seen but the whites.
[Sidenote: The farce is carried on to completion.] He then commenced
an address not less long than devout, which made the people weep as
they do over a sermon on the Passion delivered by a famous preacher. He
prayed to the Lord not to require the death of the sinner, but rather
to give his life back to one who had been led away by the Devil, that,
being convinced of his sin unto death, he might receive pardon, life,
and health, and that he might repent and confess. This done, he would
receive the Indulgence.

Presently the sinful constable began gradually to recover until he was
himself again. When he was well, he fell at the feet of the commissary
asking for pardon, and confessing that what he had said was by order
of the Devil, to do my master harm and to be avenged on him, but
principally because the Devil was very much annoyed at the good that
was done by the Indulgences being received. My master pardoned him,
and signs of friendship were passed between them. Then there was such
eagerness to buy the Indulgences that scarcely a soul in the place was
without one--husbands and wives, sons and daughters, boys and girls.
The news of what had happened soon spread to the neighbouring villages,
and when we came to them it was not necessary to preach nor even to go
to church. In ten or twelve villages of that neighbourhood where we
were, my master sold as many thousand Indulgences, without having to
preach a single sermon. When he performed this farce, I confess that
I was astounded and believed like many others. [Sidenote: Lazaro was
behind the scenes.] But afterwards I was a witness to the jokes and
laughter that my master and the constable had over the business. I knew
how it had been planned and arranged by the industry and inventive
talent of my master. Though only a boy I fell into thought, and said to
myself, “How many more tricks will the rogues play on these innocent
people!” I was nearly four months with my fifth master, during which I
also suffered plenty of hardships.

[Illustration: “_The news soon spread to the neighbouring villages._”]




SIXTH MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CHAPLAIN AND HOW HE PROSPERED


After this I took service with a master who painted tumbrels. My duty
was to grind the colours, and here also I suffered many evil things.
Having now grown to be a fine lad, I went into the principal church,
and one of the chaplains took me to be his servant. He gave me charge
of a donkey, four jars, and a whip. So I began to carry water for the
city. This was the first step I ascended, to reach a decent life.
For I gave thirty maravedis of profit to my master every day, and on
Saturdays I was allowed the profits for myself, and everything else
beyond the thirty maravedis a day. I went on so well that at the end
of four years I had put something by, and was able to dress myself
very well. I bought a doublet of fustian, a coat with sleeves, and a
woollen cloak, as well as a sword. Shortly I saw myself clothed like a
respectable man. I said to my master that he might take the donkey, as
I did not intend to follow that occupation any longer.

[Illustration]




SEVENTH MASTER

HOW LAZARO TOOK SERVICE WITH A CONSTABLE AND WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARDS


Having taken leave of the chaplain, I entered the service of a
constable, but stayed a very short time with him, for my occupation
appeared to me to be dangerous, especially one night when we were
attacked with stones and sticks. They treated my master badly, but they
could not catch me. This business made me retire from the constable’s
service.

Thinking how I should live so as to find some rest and save a little
for my old age, it pleased God to enlighten me, and to put me on a
profitable road. With the favour of friends and patrons all my labours
and hardships, up to that time, were repaid, on reaching what I sought
and obtained. [Sidenote: Lazaro gets a Government appointment, and is
married.] This was a Government appointment such as enabled no one
to thrive except those who occupied it. In it I live and reside to
this day, in the service of God and your Honour. My duty is to have
charge of the inspection of wine that is sold in this city, as well at
public sales as elsewhere, also to accompany those who are condemned
for default, and to cry out their transgressions, being a crier
speaking in good Castilian. It has happened also that almost everything
appertaining to the office passes through my hands, throughout the
whole city. He who wants to draw wine for sale may reckon on deriving
little profit, unless Lazaro de Tormes is consulted in the matter.

At this time his Honour the Archpriest of St. Saviour’s,[28] my lord
and the friend of your worship, seeing my cleverness and noticing my
presentable appearance when employed by him in announcing his wines,
made an arrangement that I should marry one of his servant girls.
Seeing myself that this would bring me benefits and favours, I gave my
consent. I was married to her, and to this day I have had no reason to
repent it, for I found her to be a good girl and diligent in service.
I have favour and help from my lord the Archpriest. He always gives us
during the year a load of wheat, meat on festivals, sometimes loaves of
fine bread, and the shoes he has left off wearing. He arranged for us
to rent a small house near his own. On almost every Sunday and on feast
days we dine in his house.

  [28] Formerly there were two kinds of parishes in Toledo. Those
  of the _Muzarabes_, founded by the Gothic King Athanagild, the
  grandfather of St. Ildefonso, continued through Moorish times.
  They were existing when Alfonso VI. took Toledo in 1085. Their
  number was six, reduced to two. The others were called _Latinas_,
  formed afterwards, of which there were twenty reduced to nine.
  St. Saviour’s was one of the latter. It has been joined to that
  of San Pedro since Lazarillo’s time.

[Sidenote: Evil tongues.]

But evil tongues are never wanting, and never let people live in peace.
They said I know not what about my wife, because she went to make the
bed and cook the dinner, and in this they spoke the truth, but she
was not a woman who would give occasion for their scoffing. My lord
the Archpriest had promised what I think he will perform, and one day
he spoke to me fully on the subject. “Lazaro de Tormes,” he said, “he
who listens to evil tongues will never prosper. I say this because
your wife may be seen entering my house and leaving it. She comes with
honour to herself and to you, and this I promise you. Do not attend to
what they say, and be assured that what I tell you is for your good.”
I replied that I was determined to care for and preserve my honesty.
“It is true,” I said, “that some of my friends have spoken to me about
this, and have even certified to me that before I was married to my
wife she had borne a child three times, speaking with reverence to your
Worship.” My wife took such oaths on the subject that I thought the
house would come down upon us, and then she began to weep and to curse
the day she had married me. She went on in such a way that I wished I
had died before I let such words out of my mouth.

[Illustration: “_But evil tongues are never wanting._”]

I on one side and the Archpriest on the other entreated her to leave
off crying, and I swore that never in all my life would I refer to the
matter again. I declared that I should rejoice to see her go in and out
of our patron’s house whenever she liked, as I was convinced of her
honesty. [Sidenote: A good understanding.] So we all three continued to
have a good understanding as to this, and have never heard more about
it. When any one tries to say anything I stop him by saying: “Look
here! if you are a friend do not say anything that will annoy me, for I
do not look upon him as my friend who causes me sorrow, more especially
if he tries to make trouble between me and my wife, for she is the
thing in the world that I care for most. I love her, and may God show
favour to her. She is a far better wife than I deserve, and I swear
before the consecrated host that she is as good a woman as can be
found within the gates of Toledo. He who says the contrary shall answer
to me for it.” By this means I manage that they shall say nothing, and
I have peace in my house.

[Sidenote: Conclusion.]

This was in the same year that our victorious Emperor entered into this
famous city of Toledo, and held the Cortes here,[29] and there were
great rejoicings as your Worship will have heard. At this time I was
prosperous and at the summit of all good fortune.

  [29] In 1525, at the time when Francis I. arrived as a prisoner
  at Madrid, Charles held a General Cortes of Castille at Toledo.
  There were present most of the Grandees, and all the foreign
  Ambassadors. The Viceroy Carlos de Lannoy arrived at Toledo,
  and was cordially received by the Emperor, after having brought
  Francis to Madrid. The Cortes petitioned Charles to marry Isabel,
  the Infanta of Portugal; while the English Ambassadors proposed
  to him his cousin, Mary Tudor. The Cortes sat until the end of
  August.--_Sandoval_, i. 664 (2).


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INDEX


PEOPLE MENTIONED

                                                                  PAGE
  Alexander the Great, blind man compared to                        31
  Antonia Perez, Lazaro’s mother                                     4
  Antonio (sword-maker) mentioned by the esquire                    56
  Arcos, Count of (the esquire had such an air about him that
    he might have been related to)                                  59
  Comendador de la Magdalena (his stables)                           6
  Emperor Charles V. held Cortes at Toledo                         103
  Escalona, Duke of, town belonging to                           23-24
  Galen, blind man knew more than                                   16
  Gonçales (see Thomé), Lazaro’s father                              4
  Lazaro de Tormes                                                   4
  Ovid, esquire making love using words of                          61
  Penelope-web (the priest stopping a rat-hole in his chest
    by day and Lazaro opening it by night)                          42
  Perez (see Antonia)                                                4
  Pliny, quoted in Prologue                                          1
  Thomé Gonçales, Lazaro’s father                                    4
  Tully, quoted in Prologue                                          2
  Zayde, groom flogged for stealing gear                          7, 8


PLACES MENTIONED

  Almorox, road to Toledo                                           22
  Escalona, road to Toledo                                          23
  Gelves Island, where Lazaro’s father was killed                   11
  Maqueda, road to Toledo                                           30
  Murcia, lettuce of (present of the seller of Indulgences
    to clergy)                                                      84
  Old Castille, where the esquire came from                         74
  Salamanca, start from                                            4-8
  St. Saviour’s, church at Toledo                                   98
  Tejares, birthplace of parents                                     4
  Toledo, Lazaro came to, and lived at                              47
  Tormes, river where the mill was. Lazaro’s birthplace              4
  Torrijos, road to Toledo                                          29
  Valencia, conserves of (priest talked as if upstairs were
    all the)                                                        32
  Valladolid, esquire from near                                     75
  Venice, riches of (esquire thought so much of his real,
    as if it was all the)                                           70


VICTUALS AND DRINK MENTIONED BY LAZARO

  *Bodigo (small loaves made of the finest flour offered
    to the Church)
    _Dic. Acad._ quotes Lazaro.                                     31
  *Horca de cebollas (string of onions)                         31, 32
  *Caldo (gravy)                                                    32
  Conservas de Valencia                                             32
  Duraznos (nectarines)                                             84
  Lechuga Murciana (lettuce)                                        84
  Limas (limes)                                                     84
  *Longaniza (sausage)                                          17, 24
  Melocoton (peaches)                                               84
  Nabo (colewort), a root much used of a plant like a
    “rabano” (radish) but smaller                                   24
  Naranjas (oranges)                                                84
  *Pedaços de Pan (bits of bread)                                    7
  *Queso (cheese)                                               31, 42
  *Razimo de uvas, (bunch of grapes)                                22
  *Torreznos (Pedazo de Tocino cortado, frito), (fried
    bacon)                                                          31
  *Tripas cocidas (boiled tripe)                                    62
  Uña de vaca (cow’s foot), Lazaro gave it to the poor
    esquire                                                         66
  Pedaços de carne (bits of meat), Lazaro only got the gravy        32
  Cabeza de carnero (sheep’s head), Lazaro only got the
    picked bone                                                     32
  *Vino (wine)                                      18, 26, 27, 71, 98

  _Note_--But only those with * eaten or drunk by Lazaro. The rest
  only talked about.


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