When _Calandrino_ had well slept after his Wine, he arose in the morning, and being descended downe the staires, finding the street doore wide open, he looked for the Brawne, but it was gone. Enquiring of the neighbours dwelling neere about him, hee could heare no tydings of his Brawne, but became the wofullest man in the world, telling every one that his Brawne was stolne. _Bruno_ and _Buffalmaco_ being risen in the morning, they went to visite _Calandrino_, to heare how he tooke the losse of his Brawne: and hee no sooner had a sight of them, but he called them to him; and with the teares running downe his cheekes, sayde: Ah my deare friendes, I am robde of my Brawne. _Bruno_ stepping closely to him, sayde in his eare: It is wonderfull, that once in thy life time thou canst bee wise. How? answered _Calandrino_, I speake to you in good earnest. Speake so still in earnest (replied _Bruno_) and cry it out so loud as thou canst, then let who list beleeve it to be true. _Calandrino_ stampt and fretted exceedingly, saying: As I am a true man to God, my Prince, and Countrey, I tell thee truly, that my Brawne is stolne. Say so still I bid thee (answered _Bruno_) and let all the world beleeve thee, if they list to do so, for I will not. Wouldst thou, (quoth _Calandrino_) have me damne my selfe to the divell? I see thou dost not credit what I say: but would I were hanged by the necke, if it be not true, that my Brawne is stolne. How can it possible be, replyed _Bruno_? Did not I see it in thy house yesternight? Wouldst thou have me beleeve, that it is flowne away? Although it is not flowne away (quoth _Calandrino_) yet I am certain, that it is stolne away: for which I am weary of my life, because I dare not go home to mine owne house, in regard my wife will never beleeve it; and yet if she should credite it, we are sure to have no peace for a twelvemonths space. _Bruno_, seeming as if he were more then halfe sorrowfull, yet supporting still his former jesting humour, saide: Now trust mee _Calandrino_, if it be so; they that did it are much too blame. If it be so? answered _Calandrino_, Belike thou wouldst have mee blaspheme Heaven, and all the Saints therein: I tell thee once againe _Bruno_, that this last night my Brawne was stolne. Be patient good _Calandrino_, replyed _Buffalmaco_, and if thy Brawne be stolne from thee, there are means enow to get it againe. Meanes enow to get it againe? said _Calandrino_, I would faine heare one likely one, and let all the rest go by. I am sure _Calandrino_, answered _Buffalmaco_, thou art verily perswaded, that no Theefe came from _India_, to steale thy Brawne from thee: in which respect, it must needes then be some of thy Neighbours: whom if thou couldst lovingly assemble together, I knowe an experiment to be made with Bread and Cheese, whereby the party that hath it, will quickly be discovered.