_My_ Brunetta, _faire and feat a, Why should you say so? The meate of my Master, Allowes you for no Taster, Go from the Kitchin go._ Many other speeches past betweene them in a short while, but in the end, _Chichibio_, because hee would not have his Mistresse _Brunetta_ angrie with him; cut away one of the Cranes legges from the spit, and gave it to her to eate. Afterward, when the Fowle was served up to the Table before _Messer Currado_, who had invited certain strangers his friends to sup with him, wondering not a little, he called for _Chichibio_ his Cook; demanding what was become of the Cranes other legge? Whereto the _Venetian_ (being a lyar by Nature) sodainely answered: Sir, Cranes have no more but one legge each Bird. _Messer Currado_, growing verie angry, replyed. Wilt thou tell me, that a Crane hath no more but one legge? Did I never see a Crane before this? _Chichibio_ persisting resolutely in his deniall, saide. Beleeve me Sir, I have told you nothing but the truth, and when you please, I will make good my wordes, by such Fowles as are living. Messer _Currado_, in kinde love to the strangers that hee had invited to supper, gave over any further contestation; onely he said. Seeing thou assurest me, to let me see thy affirmation for truth, by other of the same Fowles living (a thing which as yet I never saw, or heard of) I am content to make proofe thereof to morrow morning, till then I shall rest satisfied: but, upon my word, if I finde it otherwise, expect such a sound payment, as thy knavery justly deserveth, to make thee remember it all thy life time. The contention ceassing for the night season, Messer _Currado_, who though he had slept well, remained still discontented in his minde: arose in the morning by breake of day, and puffing & blowing angerly, called for his horses, commanding _Chichibio_ to mount on one of them; so riding on towards the River, where (earely every morning) he had seene plenty of Cranes, he sayde to his man; We shall see anon Sirra, whether thou or I lyed yesternight.