"Ill luck betide thee, poor damsel," said Sancho, "ill luck betide thee! Thou hast fallen in with a soul as dry as a rush and a heart as hard as oak; had it been me, i'faith 'another cock would have crowed to thee.'"
-Mándote yo -dijo Sancho-, pobre doncella, mándote, digo, mala ventura, pues las has habido con una alma de esparto y con un corazón de encina. ¡A fee que si las hubieras conmigo, que otro gallo te cantara!