Cervantes, Miguel de. 1996. ‘The Election of the Magistrates of Daganzo’. In Eight Interludes, trans. Dawn Smith, pp. 42-53. London, Everyman
pp. 46-49Well, here they come, our worthy candidates:
Puff and Frog, with Clod and Knuckleknees.
Enter four labourers.
And now they’ve arrived.
Welcome, gentlemen.
We trust we find you blooming, gentlemen.
Do take a seat. There are no end of chairs.
I’ll take a seat, although I’m quite upset.
We’ll all be seated, may the Lord be praised.
Why are you so upset, Puff?
It's because
Our election is so endlessly delayed.
Must we offer turkeys, or cows with young,
Pitchers of honey and skins of vintage wine
Filled full to bursting and stretched beyond their size?
Just say the word and it can soon be done.
Bribes are out of the question here! We’re all
Agreed and of one mind in this affair:
Whoever seems best fitted for the job
Can count on our approval and election.
That sounds all right to me. I’m satisfied.
Me too.
That’s excellent and welcome news!
I’m satisfied as well.
It’s to my liking.
Let us proceed with our questions.
Fire away!
Puff, can you read?
What do you take me for?
There’s not a trace in my whole ancestry
Of anyone who showed so little sense
As those who study all that empty moonshine:
Such men most often end up on the bonfire,
And women in a house of ill-repute.
I cannot read but what I know instead
Is far more useful than a load of books!
Give an example.
I have learned by heart
The Paternoster and three other prayers
And I recite them several times a week.
You think with that they’ll make you a magistrate?
With that and because I’m Christian through and through
I’d dare to be a Roman senator.
That’s good enough. It’s your turn, Knuckleknees,
To tell us what you know.
Well, Mr. Hoof,
I can read a bit. I know the letters –
I’ve spent the last three months among the Bs –
In another five I’ll have them polished off.
Along with this new learning I am able
To sharpen ploughshares to a fine perfection;
Give me four pairs of wild unbroken oxen,
Within three hours I’ll have them branded for you.
I’m sound in all my parts; free from deafness,
Cataracts, rheumatics and bronchitis.
I’m a true Christian like the others here
And handy with a bow as any Roman.
Unusual talents for a magistrate!
So varied and so useful!
Let’s continue.
What can Clod do?
All my skills and talents
Lie in my tongue as well as in my throat:
You’ll never meet a better judge of wine.
Sixty-six flavours are stamped on my palate,
And every one is vinicultural!
You want to be a magistrate?
Most surely.
For when I’ve sacrificed at Bacchus’ shrine
My senses seem to sharpen and I dream
Lycurgus asks me what is what in law
And then I wipe my arse with legal texts.
Mind what you say when Council is in session!
I’m not a prude, but neither am I boorish:
I simply say I’d better get my due,
Or else I promise you I’ll raise the Devil.
So you would threaten us? Upon my life,
Good Mr. Clod, those threats won’t get you far!
Peter Frog, what do you say?
I’m bound
Like any frog, to sing quite wretchedly;
So I’ll speak of my condition, not my wit.
I’ll tell you how I am, and nothing else.
If I’m elected magistrate, good sirs,
My rod of office won’t be just a twig;
I’ll choose a sturdy oak and cut a branch
As thick as two good fingers, taking care
That it not bend beneath the honeyed weight
Of purses full of ducats and the like:
Of supplications, promises and favours
That weigh like lead, yet seem as light as air
Until they crush and bruise you, body and soul.
Apart from that, I’ll practise moderation,
And temper firmness with a gentle hand.
I’ll never shame the poor unhappy creature
Whose crimes I find myself obliged to hear;
A judge’s thoughtless words will often punish
More than the sentence that a man must serve.
For power should not diminish courtesy;
No judge should take advantage of his prisoner
And pride himself to see another brought low.
Praise be to God, just listen to our Frog!
He sings far better than a dying swan!
The above sample taken from the translation The Election of the Magistrates of Daganzo (1996) by Dawn Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
Entry written by Kathleen Jeffs. Last updated on 7 May 2012.