Chapter XXIII: Book III: c. 6, etc., with Act II. scene 4, etc. Sometimes we

have almost literal translations, like the following:--

“Sois Castellano?” me preguntó en su lengua Portuguesa. “No,
Señora,” le respondí yo, “sino forastero, y bien lejos de esta
tierra.” “Pues aunque fuerades mil veces Castellano,” replicó
ella, “os librara yo, si pudiera, y os libraré si puedo; subid
por cima deste lecho, y éntraos debaxo de este tapiz, y éntraos
en un hueco que aquí hallareis, y no os movais, que si la
justicia viniere, me tendrá respeto, y creerá lo que yo quisiere
decirles.” Persiles, Lib. III. cap. 6.

In Fletcher we have it as follows:--

_Guiomar._ Are you a Castilian?

_Rutilio._ No, Madam: Italy claims my birth.

_Gui._ I ask not
With purpose to betray you. If you were
Ten thousand times a Spaniard, the nation
We Portugals most hate, I yet would save you,
If it lay in my power. Lift up these hangings;
Behind my bed’s head there’s a hollow place,
Into which enter.

[_Rutilio retires behind the bed._

So;--but from this stir not.
If the officers come, as you expect they will do,
I know they owe such reverence to my lodgings,
That they will easily give credit to me
And search no further.