Lope de Vega

Nobles and artists laugh and applaud in Valladolid how many witticisms his royal majesty and his solicitous valid, but the court flees from the town of Madrid. And in the meantime, a fierce fight breaks out at night in the streets of the kingdom's once capital. The reason is clear: the excessive and unexpected success of an old curmudgeon as a prose writer in the face of the fierce folly of a young man willing to unseat him from literary parnassus. Charismatic, cheerful and seductive. This is Lope de Vega. And neither Quevedo nor Góngora are safe from the contest between Cervantes and him, which spreads like an oil stain through all the menaces and taverns, under the skirts of lustful courtesans and among noble patrons of many debts and few money, always subjected to the watchful gaze of inquisition. Even the king will have to choose between the cursing disdain of a one-armed old man from Lepanto who finally savors the success and anger of an insomniac woman-eater and creator of rhymes, furious against him for the greatest of outrages.