El: Olládeme, gentil dona
y valey por vosa fey,
que so de casa du Rey.
De menigo so criado
no paço más que ninguén;
bo fidalgo aprovado
da villa de Santarén.
Olládeme sin desdén,
y valey por vosa fey,
que so de casa du Rey.

Ella: ¡Ved qué gentil enbaxada
para onbre cortesano!
bien pareçe vuestra entrada
fundada sobre liviano.
Perdonad que hable llano
a uso de nuestra grey,
que so de casa du Rey.

Para ser vos cavallero,
qual desís, i cortesano,
por çierto desiros quiero
que venis mucho liviano,
presumiendo muy d’ufano
y seréis de baxa ley:
que so de casa du Rey.

El: Preçovos por cortesía
non façades de mi porro;
¡dom’a demo! que me morro
por vosa gran galanía.
Ollade mi fidalguía,
aynda más vos diré:
que so de casa du Rey.

Ella: Harto de modorro está
quien se alava más qu’es;
mas a mi poco me va
que seáis duque o marqués,
bien blasonáis del arnés,
mas la obra no se vey:
que so de casa du Rey.

El: Multo folgo d’aqueso yo
que tomades tal enpresañ
mas criado du Rey so
a mi gallinas de mesa.
Fallo en vos dura represa
no sé por qué, por mi fe,
que so da casa du Rey.

Ella: Los pollos en mi lugar
suelen çenar con migajas,
mas no los onbres criar
só mesa con serondajos
dexad esas remondajas
que nada d’eso se crey,
que so da casa du Rey.

He: Hear me, sweet lady,
and grant me your favour,
for I’m of the king’s household.
I am well bred,
and eat no more than another,
a genuine noble
from the town of Santaren.
Hear me without disdain
and grant me your favour,
for I’m of the king’s household.

She: What a fine speech
for a courtier!
Your advances are clearly
based on fickleness.
Allow me to speak openly
in the manner of my kind,
for I’m of the king’s household.

If you really are, as you say,
a knight and a courtier,
certainly I wish to know you,
but you approach very freely,
with much presumption and conceit,
so you must be of low birth:
for I’m of the king’s household.

He: I beg you out of politeness
not to make a fool of me;
the devil take me, I’m dying
for the sake of your charm.
Know that I’m noble by birth,
and I’ll say it one more time:
for I’m of the king’s household.

She: He who gives himself airs
is well and truly stupid;
you could be a duke or a marquis
for all I care;
you can boast all the trappings
but the real thing is not to be seen:
for I’m of the king’s household.

He: I’m highly offended
at your taking that line,
I can prove I’m a servant of the king
by my hens for the table.
I find in you harsh rejection,
I swear I don’t know why,
for I’m of the king’s household.

She: The chickens from my part of the world
are wont to dine on crumbs,
but not for men to bring up
with big baskets at table.
Enough of this rubbish,
I don’t believe a word of it,
for I’m of the king’s household.