For many reasons, and mainly because
you allow tyrants to rob me without avenging me,
traitors without you making them pay dearly
I wasn't yet Frondoso's for you to say
that he should avenge me as my husband.
It is on your head,
because while it is not yet the wedding night,
the father and not the husband should provide protection.
He took me before your very eyes,
to his house, Knight Commander Fernán Gómez.
The sheep you leave to the wolf as cowardly shepherds.
What daggers did I not feel on my breast!
What horrible crimes!
What nonsense!
What words, what threats,
to force me to give away my chastity,
to his clumsy appetites.
My hair does not show it, you cannot see here
the beatings, or the blood or signals.
You are noble men,
you, fathers and loved ones.
You, that do not get your insides turned when you see me in such pain:
sheep you are!
The name is well deserved:
Fuenteovejuna
Give me some weapons.
You were born as cowardly hares.
Barbarians you are, not Spaniards.
You suffer other men to enjoy your women.
Wear spindles on your belts.
Why do you wear swords?
By God, I will see to it,
that women alone will take the honour of these tyrants,
the blood of these traitors.
And the spindlers will throw stones at you,
you wimps!
Effeminates and cowards, traitors and spineless men.
To Frondoso the Knight Commander wants,
without a sentence,
without announcements,
to hang from up high in a tower.
And with all he will do the same,
and I rejoice, you half-men,
that the village will have no women,
and will return
to that century of amazons,
eternal horror of the world.
I, my child, am not of those that allow you to name them with those evil titles!
and I, even though I am in awe of the power of the enemy,
would put cloth on a stick as a banner, and make those giants die!
What order do you expect to have?
We will kill without an order.
Gather the town as one voice,
since everyone agrees that tyrants should die.
Take up swords, spears, crossbows, spiked sticks and clubs.
Long live the Catholic Kings, our lords!
Down with the traitor tyrants!
Traitor tyrants, die!
Well then, go with God, Heavens hear you.
Pascuala, Jacinta, all of you, come here!
What is this? Why the raised voices?
Can't you see that they all are going,
to kill Fernán Gómez?
That men and boys run, furious, to do it?
Is it right to give the honor of this deed to them alone?
Aren't women the ones that have been aggravated the most?
Say, then, what do you intend?
That all of us, gathered in order,
carry out a deed that will cause fear in the whole world.
Jacinta, your aggravation was great,
you will head a squadron of women
Your aggravations are not less than mine.
Pascuala, you will be the ensign.
Then let me prepare a banner, and see if I'm worthy of that name!
There is no space for that, since joy comes to us!
It is enough for us to carry our headbands as banner.
Let's name a captain!
That won't be!
Why?
Because where my valor attends,
there are no Cids or Rodamontes!