_Quod ubi peregrinus esset ingressus, uxorem tubicinis obviam euntem aspicit; illico cursum flectit, metuens ne nasus suus exploraretur, atque ad diversorium regressus est--exuit se vestibus; braccas coccineas sericas manticæ imposuit mulumque educi jussit._ The stranger had just taken three turns upon the parade, when he perceived the trumpeter’s wife at the opposite side of it--so turning short, in pain lest his nose should be attempted, he instantly went back to his inn--undressed himself, packed up his crimson-sattin breeches, &c., in his cloak-bag, and called for his mule. _Francofurtum proficiscor, ait ille, et Argentoratum quatuor abhinc hebdomadis revertar._ I am going forwards, said the stranger, for _Frankfort_----and shall be back at _Strasburg_ this day month. _Bene curasti hoc jumentum? (ait) muli faciem manu demulcens--me, manticamque mean, plus sexcentis mille passibus portavit._ I hope, continued the stranger, stroking down the face of his mule with his left hand as he was going to mount it, that you have been kind to this faithful slave of mine--it has carried me and my cloak-bag, continued he, tapping the mule’s back, above six hundred leagues. _Longa via est! respondet hospes, nisi plurimum esset negoti. --Enimvero, ait peregrinus, a Nasorum promontorio redii, et nasum speciosissimum, egregiosissimumque quem unquam quisquam sortitus est, acquisivi._ ----’Tis a long journey, Sir, replied the master of the inn----unless a man has great business. ----Tut! tut! said the stranger, I have been at the Promontory of Noses; and have got me one of the goodliest, thank Heaven, that ever fell to a single man’s lot. _Dum peregrinus hanc miram rationem de seipso reddit, hospes et uxor ejus, oculis intentis, peregrini nasum contemplantur ----Per sanctos sanctasque omnes, ait hospitis uxor, nasis duodecim maximis in toto Argentorato major est! --estne, ait illa mariti in aurem insusurrans, nonne est nasus prægrandis?_ Whilst the stranger was giving this odd account of himself, the master of the inn and his wife kept both their eyes fixed full upon the stranger’s nose ----By saint _Radagunda_, said the inn-keeper’s wife to herself, there is more of it than in any dozen of the largest noses put together in all _Strasburg!_ is it not, said she, whispering her husband in his ear, is it not a noble nose? _Dolus inest, anime mî, ait hospes--nasus est falsus._ ’Tis an imposture, my dear, said the master of the inn----’tis a false nose. _Verus est, respondit uxor----_ ’Tis a true nose, said his wife. _Ex abiete factus est, ait ille, terebinthinum olet------_ ’Tis made of fir-tree, said he, I smell the turpentine.------ _Carbunculus inest, ait uxor._ There’s a pimple on it, said she. _Mortuus est nasus, respondit hospes._ ’Tis a dead nose, replied the inn-keeper. _Vivus est ait illa, --et si ipsa vivam tangam._