acknowledges, he owed every kind of assistance in his work and every
personal attention. The principal speaker in the _Opulentia sordida_
is one Gilbertus, who presents himself to his friend Jacobus in such
lean and pitiful guise that the friend inquires whether he has been
serving a term in the galleys. "No," he replies, "I have been at
Synodium, boarding with Antronius." The weather had been for three
months continually cold, so that he was nearly frozen to death; for
the only firewood they had had was green stumps which Antronius
rooted up by night out of the common land. In summer it was worse on
account of vermin, but Antronius never minded that, he was brought up
to it; and besides he was always off trading in everything that would
bring him in a penny of profit. Even on the funerals that went out
of his house he made his gain, and these were two or three at least
in the most healthful year; for he played such tricks with his wine
that some were always dying of the stone. Yet he weakened his wine by
throwing in a bucketful of water every day, and adulterated the meal
of which his bread was made by mixing chalk with it. The son-in-law
Orthrogonus, who stands for Aldus himself, comes in for his share of
abuse for aiding and abetting in this villany. Frequently Antronius
would come home pretending to be very ill and without appetite, and
then the whole family would have to starve on grey peas with a little
oil on them. Finally, however, dinner would be served, but such a
dinner! First a soup of water with lumps of old cheese soaked in
it, then a piece of fortnight-old tripe covered up with a batter of
eggs to cheat the eye, but not enough to deceive the sense of smell,
and, to close, some of the same stale cheese. The luckless boarder
saved his life by having a quarter of a boiled chicken served up with
each meal, but even this was a poor wretched fowl and he was stinted
in his meagre ration. Even his own private fresh eggs were stolen
by the women and rotten ones given him instead, and his own cask
of good wine was broached by the same thieves and drunk up without
remonstrance from the host.
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