Lázaro de Tormes

I have never hurt anyone.

I mean an evil that could not be repaired.

If I have ever caused damage, it has been unintentionally

more for clumsiness than for anything else.

I do not have a bad love for anyone.

Although sometimes I defend myself as any neighbor would.

And I do not believe that in such a proceeding there is any kind of crime.

The only thing I intend for years is

rest.

And calm the hunger, yes.

Why hunger

your excellences do not know but hunger

he clings to his guts

like a rabid cat

and there's no way to let it go

against it medicines have not been invented.

I may have mistaken the way, I do not know.

Because I'm a man of little lights

but I've only looked for that, calm the hunger and rest.

And for this excellences,

for it always want to have a master

a better master than I had at the beginning of my asendereada life.

To the rich loaf of bread.

To the rich loaf of freshly baked bread.

Freshly baked bread this morning.

To the rich bread. Bread recently ovened.

Last week he put them on three maravedis.

Since then, many days have passed.

Well, things are not how to raise prices.

Since the emperor turned his back on us, this city is not what it used to be.

I do not enter or leave that.

For four maravedis I can not get out.

Then take the other basket.

These I put them to three.

Because they are chopped.

Your mercy will see.

I tell you that last week.

Where is?

Who?

My child.

Gil.

Gil. Gil.

Gil. Gil.

Shh. Shut up.

And come here.

Come.

Attention. Neighbors of Toledo.

You have just been in this market

a lost child.

About two or three years.

Some mistakes I made, excellences.

More in view of the hunger that was going on

to my little misdeeds I would call them

no more than

mischief of boy

I already know it.

I am poor, at home we are poor.

But tell me your mercy how I can reward you

I leave it to your conscience.

Accept half a dozen apples.

Yes, but I prefer them for another basket.

I know that the payment is scarce for the great good that he has done to me.

Your worship is a good man.

Your master must be very satisfied.

I would be if I had a master.

Is your worship looking for a master?

I'm doing it.

Well maybe I can reward your good work.

Go from part Mia.

Of Doña Inés de Esquivias

to the convent of the mercenaries and ask for Fray Gabriel.

Love?

If you want to continue to serve me and prosper in the.

You must speed up your manners and your speech, Lazarus.

That's what I'll do.

The few days that you have been with me I have been able to appreciate

what conditions, you do not lack.

Your Grace, Fray Gabriel, do you think so?

I believe it and I know the world.

You can already verify it.

Taking.

Come on.

You're handsome, you're in a good age.

Alas, but the years go by very quickly.

You must take advantage of them.

Perhaps Fray Gabriel has more recent news about this matter.

What is it about?

If the next courts should be held here, in Toledo.

If Padilla and his people had been more powerful.

We would not see each other now as we see each other.

And how do we see ourselves according to your excellence?

Despised by the emperor who does not want to attend the courts in Toledo.

We are already going around the same thing.

Commerce, the decision of the emperor to withdraw the privileges to Toledo.

It benefits me a lot.

Let's not blame the comuneros.

And, to whom should we throw them?

Do not get upset my husband.

I get tired when, trying to argue, they try to refute me.

So the first master I had in Toledo.

It was that monk of la Mercé

indeed very knowledgeable of the world

for an enemy of the choir and to eat in the convent.

Lost for walking outside

most of the mundane environments.

And from the visits.

What do you do?

Earthly virgin, always stealing.

There is no hope, the courts will meet in Madrid.

In that case, we only have the corpus.

That is not little.

As the mayor and I thank you for your presence, Fray Gabriel.

There are clerics who look with bad eyes these holidays.

They are ignorant. The Christian religion is a religion of joy.

Your mercy is with the friar.

What do you think of all this?

I think about when the party is over and they will give us the grapes.

I'm hungry.

This master gave me the first shoes I had in my life.

But very little lasted me that I had to sell them.

Neither the mercenary with so much trot, could last much longer.

And for this and other things that I do not say.

I got out of there.

Oh!

Pity that a boy like you

have to live in a place as filthy and smelly as this.

I do not live here.

Oh no?

I live on the street, I only sleep here with two more.

Well, even so.

Hey?

I got used.

It will not have been easy for you.

In worse places I have slept.

Come here. Come.

Lazarus.

Lazarus!

Come here boy!

Gross.

Eat or drink?

Half jug.

Do you want... you mercy get drunk?

Do not.

And why not?

Because I do not need it.

Then why do you ask for wine?

And why do you drink it?

Because I'm thirsty.

And my name is Pedro.

What does your worship say?

Or what do you think it says?

What's my name... Pedro!

Pedro Machuda.

I was...

crier.

I know.

Have I ever heard it.

But...

a few days ago, I was making a cry

in Santo Domingo el Antiguo.

When, for my misfortune, I happened to pass through there.

Mayor.

the holy church.

But what is that man saying?

And I'm no longer a preacher.

Bad taste or some recommended, that there is much recommended.

Also, is your worship, without a master?

As well.

And without a roof?

Since this morning without money to pay it.

Your worship has a lot of bad life ahead of it.

Would you mind selling water?

And is that occupation well paid?

It gave me a bad sleep

and worse to eat.

But yes.

Two liters of water a day.

That's why I left it.

Why?

Because water gives me disgust.

Does your worship believe that you can do it?

I'll try.

I was able to overcome the disgust.

It was not as much mine as Machuca's.

My master was a chaplain that he put in my power

an ass and four cantaros and a whip.

And I started to pour water through the city and I was there

two or three years.

I left it because as Machuca had said

I only had to sleep badly and eat badly.

But after other years of walking with even worse masters,

I thought it was better to eat than not to eat.

And I went back for the donkey and the pitchers.

And with them I was walking, when one day I stumbled

with the Lord Archpriest.

Oh!

The peace of the Lord be with your worship.

Holy and good, Archpriest Lord.

Is it going far?

On sale of the romeral