“I fled from Italy,” said the Toy, “notwithstanding some secret desires that called me back, influxo malo del clima! y tuve luego la resolucion de irme a una tierra donde pudiese gozar mis fueros, sin partir los con un usurpador . I travelled into old Castille, where I was brought back to my simple functions: but this did not gratify my revenge. Le impuse la tarea de batter el compas en los bayles que celebraba de dia y de noche; and he performed so well, that we were reconciled. We appear’d at the court of Madrid as good friends. Al entrar de la ciudad , I link’d con un Pape venerable por sus canas: happily for me: for he had compassion for my youth, and gave me a secret, the fruit of sixty years experience, para guardar me del mal de que merecieron los Franceses ser padrinos, por haber sido sus primeros pregones. With this receipt, and a relish for cleanliness, which I vainly endeavoured to introduce in Spain, I preserved myself from all accidents at Madrid, where my vanity alone was mortified. My mistress, you know, has a very little foot.