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
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Well Wife, answered _Talano_, I knew well enough before, what thou
wouldst say: An unsound head is soone scratcht with the very gentlest
Combe: but beleeve as thou pleasest. As for my selfe, I speake with a
true and honest meaning soule, and once againe I do advise thee, to
keepe within our doores all this day: at least wife beware, that thou
walke not into our wood, bee it but in regard of my dreame. Well sir
(quoth she scoffingly) once you shall say, I followed your counsell:
but within her selfe she fell to this murmuring. Now I perceive my
husbands cunning colouring, & why I must not walke this day into our
wood: he hath made a compact with some common Queane, closely to have
her company there, and is afraide least I shold take them tardy. Belike
he would have me feed among blinde folke, and I were worthy to bee
thought a starke foole, if I should not prevent a manifest trechery,
being intended against me. Go thither therefore I will, and tarry there
all the whole day long; but I will meet with him in his merchandize,
and see the Pink wherein he adventures.
After this her secret consultation, her husband was no sooner gone
forth at one doore, but shee did the like at another, yet so secretly
as possibly she could devise to doe, and (without any delaying) she
went to the Wood, wherein she hid her selfe very closely, among the
thickest of the bushes, yet could discerne every way about her, if
any body should offer to passe by her. While shee kept her selfe in
this concealment, suspecting other mysterious matters, as her idle
imagination had tutord her, rather then the danger of any Wolfe; out of
a brakie thicket by her, sodainly rushed a huge & dreadfull Wolfe, as
having found her by the sent, mounting uppe, and grasping her throat in
his mouth, before she saw him, or could call to heaven for mercy.
Being thus seised of her, he carried her as lightly away, as if shee
had bin no heavier then a Lambe, she being (by no meanes) able to cry,
because he held her so fast by the throate, and hindred any helping
of her selfe. As the Wolfe carried her thus from thence, he had quite
strangled her, if certaine Shepheards had not met him, who with their
outcries and exclaimes at the Wolfe, caused him to let her fall, and
hast away to save his owne life. Notwithstanding the harme done to her
throat and face, the shepheards knew her, and caried her home to her
house, where she remained a long while after, carefully attended by
Physitians and Chirurgians.
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