The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
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The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]
Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
Fairy tales -- Italy; Tales -- Italy
When the hour of bedtime came, the two lovers retired to rest, and,
after a little playful pastime, began to sport in good earnest,[22] and
made so much ado that the poor Dimitrio, who was abed in a chamber
adjoining, did not close his eyes all night, and understood completely
what was going on. As soon as morning came he repaired to the lodgings
of Manusso, who, as soon as he saw him, said, laughing, ‘Well, friend,
how is the business going on? Is all you have seen to your taste?’ ‘No,
indeed,’ answered Dimitrio; ‘I would never have believed it had I not
seen it with my own eyes; but, patience! since my ill luck will have it
so.’ Then Manusso, who was a crafty fellow, said, ‘My friend, I would
have you do what I shall tell you. Wash yourself well and put on your
own clothes, and go straightway to your house, and make believe that by
great good luck you had not embarked before the storm broke. Take good
care that the priest steal not away; for, as soon as you enter, he will
assuredly hide himself somewhere, and will lie there till he can make
his retreat safely. Meantime, summon all your wife’s relations to a
banquet at your house, and then, when you have dragged the priest from
his hiding-place in their presence, you can do anything else which may
seem good to you.’
Dimitrio was highly pleased at his friend’s advice, and as soon as he
had stripped himself of his ragged clothes went over to his house and
knocked at the door. The servant, when she saw it was her master, ran
forthwith to Polissena, who was yet in bed with the priest, and said to
her, ‘Signora, my master is come back.’ Her mistress, when she heard
these words, was beside herself with fright, and, getting up with what
despatch she could, she hid the priest, who was in his shirt, in the
coffer where she kept all her choicest raiment, and then ran in her
fur-lined cloak, all shoeless as she was, to open the door to Dimitrio.
‘My dear husband,’ she cried, ‘you are indeed welcome. I have not closed
my eyes for love of you, wondering always how fortune might be using
you, but God be praised for that you have come back safe and sound.’
Dimitrio, as soon as he entered the chamber, said, ‘Polissena, my love,
I scarcely slept a wink last night on account of the bad weather, so
that now I would fain rest a little; and in the meanwhile let the
servant go to your brothers’ house and bid them dine with us to-day.’ To
this Polissena replied, ‘Would it not be better to wait till another
day, seeing that it rains so heavily, and the girl is busy calendering
our body linen and sheets and other napery?’ ‘To-morrow the weather will
mend, and I shall have to set forth,’ said Dimitrio. Polissena then
said, ‘But you might go yourself; or, if you are too weary, go ask your
friend Manusso to do you this service.’ ‘That is a good suggestion,’
said Dimitrio, and, having sent for his friend, he carried the affair
out exactly as it had been settled.
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