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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She, dissembling a farre fetcht sigh, thus answered. Reverend Sir, I
know not what skilfull Art the Fryar useth, but this I am sure, every
doore in our house will flye open to him, so soone as he doth but touch
it. Moreover, he told me, that when he commeth unto my Chamber doore,
he speaketh certaine words to himselfe, which immediately casteth my
Husband into a dead sleepe, and, understanding him to bee thus sleepily
entranced: he openeth the doore, entreth in, lieth downe by me, and
this every night he faileth not to do. The jealous Coxcomb angerly
scratching his head, and wishing his wife halfe hangd, said: Mistresse,
this is very badly done, for you should keepe your selfe from all men,
but your husband onely. That shall I never doe, answered shee, because
(indeed) I love him dearely. Why then (quoth our supposed Confessor)
I cannot give you any absolution. I am the more sorry Sir, said she, I
came not hither to tell you any leasings, for if I could, yet I would
not, because it is not good to fable with such Saint-like men as you
are. You do therein (quoth hee) the better, and surely I am very sorry
for you, because in this dangerous condition, it will bee the utter
losse of your soule: neverthelesse, both for your husbands sake and
your owne, I will take some paines, and use such especiall prayers in
your name, which may (perchance) greatly avayle you. And I purpose now
and then, to send you a Novice or young Clearke of mine, whom you may
safely acquaint with your minde, and signifie to me, by him, whether
they have done you good, or no: and if they prove helpefull, then will
we further proceed therein. Alas Sir, said she, never trouble your
selfe, in sending any body to our house; because, if my Husband should
know it, he is so extreamly jelous, as all the world cannot otherwise
perswade him, but that he commeth thither for no honest intent, and so
I shall live worse then now I do. Fear not that, good woman, quoth he,
but beleeve it certainly, that I will have such a care in this case, as
your Husband shall never speake thereof to you. If you can doe so Sir,
sayde she, proceed I pray you, and I am well contented.
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