ous scullery-maid, spread through the
city, and multitudes flocked to see Costanza in her new garb as a lady,
which became her so well. These persons saw the hostler Tomas Pedro
changed into Don Tomas de Avendano, and dressed as a man of quality.
They observed, too, that Lope Asturiano looked very much the gentleman
since he had changed his costume, and dismissed the ass and the
water-vessels; nevertheless, there were not wanting some who, as he
passed through the streets in all his pomp, still called out to him for
the tail.
After remaining a month in Toledo most of the party went to Burgos,
namely, Don Diego de Carriazo, his wife, and his father; Costanza, and
her husband, Don Tomas, and the corregidor's son, who desired to visit
his kinswoman and destined bride. The host was enriched by the present
of the thousand crowns, and by the many jewels which Costanza bestowed
upon her senora, as she persisted in calling her who had brought her up.
The story of the illustrious scullery-maid afforded the poets of the
golden Tagus a theme on which to exercise their pens in celebrating the
incomparable beauty of Costanza, who still lives happily with her
faithful hostler. Carriazo has three sons, who, without inheriting their
father's tastes, or caring to know whether or not there are any such
things as tunny fisheries in the world, are all pursuing their studies
at Salamanca; whilst their father never sees a water-carrier's ass but
he thinks of the one he drove in Toledo, and is not without apprehension
that, when he least expects it, his ears shall be saluted with some
squib having for its burden, "Give us the tail, Asturiano! Asturiano,
give us the tail!"
THE TWO DAMSELS.
Five leagues from the city of Seville there is a town called
Castelblanco. At one of the many inns belonging to that town there
arrived at nightfall a traveller, mounted on a handsome nag of foreign
breed. He had no servant with him, and, without waiting for any one to
hold his stirrup, he threw himself nimbly from the saddle. The host, who
was a thrifty, active man, quickly presented himself, but not until the
traveller had already seated himself on a bench under the gateway, where
the host found him hastily unbuttoning his breast, after which he let
his arms drop and fainted. The hostess, who was a good-natured soul,
made haste to sprinkle his face with cold water, and presently he
revived. Evidently ashamed of having been seen in such a stat
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