_Lazaro_, who stoode all this while like a well-beleeving Logger-head, demurely thus answered. Alas good Wife! I pray you bee not so angry, I never had so much as an ill thought of you, but know wel enough what you are, and have made good proofe thereof this morning. Understand therefore patiently (sweet Wife) that I went forth to my work as dayly I use to do, little dreaming (as I thinke you doe not) that it had bene Holy-day. Wife, this is the Feast day of Saint _Galeone_; whereon we may in no wise worke, and this is the reason of my so soone returning. Neverthelesse (deare Wife) I was not carelesse of our Houshold provision: For, though we worke not, yet we must have foode, which I have provided for more then a moneth. Wife, I remembred the brewing Fat, whereof wee have little or no use at all, but rather it is a trouble to the house, then otherwise. I met with an honest Friend, who stayeth without at the doore, to him I have sold the Fat for ten _Gigliatoes_, and he tarrieth to take it away with him. How Husband? replied _Peronella_, Why now I am worse offended then before. Thou that art a man, walkest every where, and shouldst be experienced in worldly affaires: wouldst thou bee so simple, as to sell such a brewing Fat for ten _Gigliatoes_? Why, I that am a poore ignorant woman, a house-Dove, sildome going out of my doore: have sold it already for twelve _Gigliatoes_, to a very honest man, who (even a little before thy comming home) came to me, we agreed on the bargaine, and he is now underneath the Fat, to see whether it be sound or no. When credulous _Lazaro_ heard this, he was better contented then ever, and went to him that taried at the doore, saying. Good man, you may goe your way, for, whereas you offered me but ten _Gigliatoes_ for the Fat, my loving wife hath sold it for twelve, and I must maintaine what shee hath done: so the man departed, and the variance ended. _Peronella_ then saide to her husband. Seeing thou art come home so luckily, helpe me to lift up the Fat, that the man may come foorth, and then you two end the bargaine together. _Striguario_, who though he was mewed up under the tubbe, had his eares open enough; and hearing the witty excuse of _Peronella_, tooke himselfe free from future feare: and being come from under the Fat, pretending also, as if he had herd nothing, nor saw _Lazaro_, looking round about him, said. Where is this good woman? _Lazaro_ stepping forth boldly like a man, replyed: Heere am I, what wold you have Sir? Thou? quoth _Striguario_, what art thou? I ask for the good wife, with whom I made my match for the Fat. Honest Gentleman (answered _Lazaro_) I am that honest Womans Husband, for lacke of a better, and I will maintaine whatsoever my Wife hath done.