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A Friar’s Desire: Monna Belcolore


                                                                                   In the Second Novell of the Eighth Day, Boccaccio serves up a tale
                                                                                   that’s more playful than scandalous, but still laced with the familiar
                                                                                   mix of lust, wit, and poetic justice. It unfolds in the quiet village of
                                                                                   Varlungo, near Florence, where the local priest is less interested in

                                                                                   scripture and more devoted to the spiritual nourishment of the town’s
                                                                                   wives, especially Monna Belcolore, the lively and clever wife of a
                                                                                   farmer named Bentivegna.



                                                                                   The priest, known for his generous blessings and flirtatious gifts, sets his
                                                                                   sights on Monna Belcolore. In an effort to win her affection, he leaves his
                                                                                   cloak, a prized possession and symbol of his vocation, as a pledge. She,
                                                                                   amused and calculating, lends him her mortar in return. The transaction

                                                                                   is intimate but veiled, a coy exchange that seems innocent enough on the
                                                                                   surface, yet brimming with subtext. Their tryst is brief and veiled, hidden
                                                                                   behind the everyday bartering common in rustic life.



                                                                                   Later, the priest returns the mortar and, with mock seriousness,
                                                                                   requests his cloak back, claiming the mortar was a loan and the cloak
                                                                                   merely collateral. Monna Belcolore sees through the ploy and meets
                                                                                   it not with confrontation but with sharp humor. Her response isn’t

                                                                                   outraged; it’s sly and teasing, showing she’s not only unimpressed by
                                                                                   his rank but perfectly capable of outmaneuvering his schemes.


                                                                                   Eventually, to keep things peaceful between herself and her husband,

                                                                                   she hands the cloak back. But in doing so, she makes it clear that the
                                                                                   priest’s tricks are no match for her wit. Her laughter lingers as much
                                                              BOLD PATTERNS AND    as his embarrassment does. There’s no vengeance, only a subtle
                                                           EXAGGERATED POSTURES
                                                                                   triumph, proof that Monna Belcolore knows how to dance around
                                                     REFLECT THE WHIMSICAL NATURE
                                                                                   desire without falling into disgrace.
                                                           OF DECEPTION AND FOLLY.
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