"Senor Florismarte here?" said the curate; "then by my faith he must take up his quarters in the yard, in spite of his marvellous birth and visionary adventures, for the stiffness and dryness of his style deserve nothing else; into the yard with him and the other, mistress housekeeper."
-¿Ahí está el señor Florimorte? -replicó el cura-. Pues a fe que ha de parar presto en el corral, a pesar de su estraño nacimiento y sonadas aventuras; que no da lugar a otra cosa la dureza y sequedad de su estilo.