The Tales of the Heptameron, Vol. 2 (of 5)Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre
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The Tales of the Heptameron, Vol. 2 (of 5)
Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre
Love stories, French -- Translations into English; Tales -- France -- Translations into English
The Prince went away in tears, and looking back he again noticed the
husband, who was still at the window, and had thus seen him go in and
come out again. Accordingly he told him on the morrow why he had gone
to see his wife, and of the command that the King had laid upon him,
whereat the gentleman was well pleased, and gave thanks to the King.
However, finding that his wife was becoming more beautiful every day,
whilst he himself was growing old and less handsome than before, he
began to change his tactics, and to play the part which he had for a
long time imposed upon his wife, bestowing some attention upon her and
seeking her more frequently than had been his wont. But the more she was
sought by him the more was he shunned by her; for she desired to pay him
back some part of the grief that he had caused her by his indifference.
Moreover, being unwilling to forego so soon the pleasure that love was
beginning to afford her, she addressed herself to a young gentleman, who
was so very handsome, well-spoken, and graceful that he was loved by
all the ladies of the Court. And by complaining to him of the manner in
which she had been treated, she lured him to take pity upon her, so
that he left nothing untried in his attempts to comfort her. She, on
her part, to console herself for the loss of the Prince who had forsaken
her, set herself to love this gentleman so heartily that she came to
forget her former grief, and to think of nothing but the skilful conduct
of her new amour, in which she succeeded so well that her mistress
perceived nought of it, for she was careful not to speak to her lover
in her mistress’s presence. When she wished to talk with him she would
betake herself to the rooms of some ladies who lived at the Court,
amongst whom was one that her husband made a show of being in love with.
Now one dark evening she stole away after supper, without taking any
companion with her, and repaired to the apartment belonging to these
ladies, where she found the man whom she loved better than herself. She
sat down beside him, and leaning upon a table they conversed together
while pretending to read in the same book. Some one whom her husband had
set to watch then went and reported to him whither his wife was gone.
Being a prudent man, he said nothing, but as quickly as possible
betook himself to the room, where he found his wife reading the book.
Pretending, however, not to see her, he went straight to speak to the
other ladies, who were in another part of the room. But when his poor
wife found herself discovered by him in the company of a gentleman to
whom she had never spoken in his presence, she was in such confusion
that she quite lost her wits; and being unable to pass along the bench,
she leaped upon the table and fled as though her husband were pursuing
her with a drawn sword. And then she went in search of her mistress, who
was just about to withdraw to her own apartments.
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