SANCHO

Your Reverence could I talk to him

PADRE

I'm afraid he won't hear you

SANCHO

Moving toward the bed

Then I won't say much

Just a few words to lighten his heart

A little gossip a little chat

A tittle idle talk of this and that

I'll tell him all the troubles I have had

And since he doesn't hear

At least he won't feel bad

To Don Quixote

When I first got home my wife Teresa beat me

But the blows fell very lightly on my back

She kept missing ev'ry other stroke

And crying from the heart

That while I was gone

She'd gone and lost the knack

Of course I hit her back Your Grace

But she's a lot harder than I am

And you know what they say

Whether the stone hits the pitcher

Or the pitcher hits the stone

It's going to be bad for the pitcher

To the Padre

A little gossip a little chat

A little idle talk of this and that

If no one listens

Then it's just as well

At least I won't get caught in any lies I tell

To Don Quixote

Oh I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight

And the humble joys get duller ev'ry day

Why when I'm asleep a dragon

With his fiery tongue a waggin'

Whispers Sancho

Won't you please come out and play