"Hush, gossip," said the curate; "please God, the luck may turn, and what is lost to-day may be won to-morrow; for the present let your worship have a care of your health, for it seems to me that you are over-fatigued, if not badly wounded."
-Calle vuestra merced, señor compadre -dijo el cura-, que Dios será servido que la suerte se mude, y que lo que hoy se pierde se gane mañana; y atienda vuestra merced a su salud por agora, que me parece que debe de estar demasiadamente cansado, si ya no es que está malferido.