Pray, your highnesses, leave this fool alone, for he will grind your souls between, not to say two, but two thousand proverbs, dragged in as much in season, and as much to the purpose as—may God grant as much health to him, or to me if I want to listen to them!"
Vuestras grandezas dejen a este tonto, señores míos, que les molerá las almas, no sólo puestas entre dos, sino entre dos mil refranes, traídos tan a sazón y tan a tiempo cuanto le dé Dios a él la salud, o a mí si los querría escuchar.