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?"