The Decameron (Day 6 to Day 10): Containing an hundred pleasant NovelsBoccaccio, Giovanni
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The Decameron (Day 6 to Day 10): Containing an hundred pleasant Novels
Boccaccio, Giovanni
Allegories; Frame stories; Plague -- Europe -- History -- Fiction; Storytelling -- Fiction
Never speake so faire and flattering to us, for we are moved beyond all
compasse of patience. All misfortunes in the worlde fall upon you, and
an evill death may you dye, like the most false and perfidious Traitor
living on the earth. We must beate our braines, and move all our most
endeared friends, onely for your honor and advancement: while wee were
well neere starved to death in the cold like Dogs, and, by your breach
of promise, have bin this night so extreamly beaten, as if (like Asses)
we should have beene driven to _Rome_.
But that which is most greevous of all, is danger of excluding out of
the Society, where wee tooke good order for your admittance, and for
your most honourable entertainment. If you will not credit us, behold
our bodies, and let your owne eyes be witnesses, in what cruell manner
we have bin beaten. So taking him aside under the Gallery, where they
might not be discovered by over-much light, they opened their bosomes,
shewed him their painted bodies, and sodainly closed them up againe.
The Physitian laboured to excuse himselfe, declaring his misfortunes at
large, and into what a filthy place he was throwne. It maketh no matter
(answered _Buffalmaco_) I would you had bin throwen from off the Bridge
into _Arno_, where you might have beene recommended to the Divell, and
all his Saints. Did not I tell you so much before. In good sadnesse
(quoth the Doctor) I neyther commended my selfe to God, nor any of
his Saints. How? sayde _Buffalmaco_, I am sure you will maintaine an
untrueth, you used a kinde of recommendation: for our messenger told
us, that you talked of God, S. _Dominicke_, and your good Angell, whom
you desired to assist you, being so affrighted with feare, that you
trembled like a leafe upon a tree, not knowing indeede where you were.
Thus have you unfaithfully dealt with us, as never any man shall doe
the like againe, in seeking honour, and losing it through your own
negligence.
Master Doctor humbly entreated pardon, and that they would not revile
him any more, labouring to appease them by the best words he could use,
as fearing least they should publish this great disgrace of him. And
whereas (before) he gave them gracious welcomes; now he redoubled them
with farre greater courtesies, feasting them daily at his own table,
and evermore delighting in their company. Thus (as you have heard) two
poore Painters of _Florence_, taught Master Doctor better Wit, then all
the Learned at _Bologna_.
_A Cicilian Courtezane, named Madame_ Biancafiore, _by her craftie wit
and policie, deceived a young Merchant, called_ Salabetto, _of all the
money he had taken for his Wares at_ Palermo. _Afterward, he making
shew of comming hither againe, with farre richer Merchandises then hee
brought before: made the meanes to borrow a great summe of Money of
her, leaving her so base a pawne, as well requited her for her former
cozenage._
The Tenth Novell.
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