Sancho having finished his supper, and left the landlord in the X condition, repaired to the room where his master was, and as he came in said, "May I die, sirs, if the author of this book your worships have got has any mind that we should agree; as he calls me glutton (according to what your worships say) I wish he may not call me drunkard too."
Acabó de cenar Sancho, y, dejando hecho equis al ventero, se pasó a la estancia de su amo; y, en entrando, dijo: -Que me maten, señores, si el autor deste libro que vuesas mercedes tienen quiere que no comamos buenas migas juntos; yo querría que, ya que me llama comilón, como vuesas mercedes dicen, no me llamase también borracho.