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besought his wife not to publish the matter, unless she were minded that   Calandrino, as  on  former occasions,  so  also on  this, moved the
            he should be cut to pieces, for that she that was with him was the wife   company to laughter. However, when the ladies had done talking
            of the master of the house. "Then God give her a bad year," replied the   of his doings, the queen called for a story from Pamfilo, who thus
            lady. Whereupon Bruno and Buffalmacco, who by this time had laughed   spoke: "Worshipful ladies, this Niccolosa, that Calandrino loved, has
            their fill with Filippo and Niccolosa, came up as if attracted by the noise;   brought to my mind a story of another Niccolosa; which I am minded
            and after not a little ado pacified the lady, and counseled Calandrino to   to tell you, because it will show you how a good woman by her quick
            go back to Florence, and stay there, lest Filippo should get wind of the   apprehension avoided a great scandal.
            affair, and do him a mischief. So Calandrino, crestfallen and woebegone,
            got himself back to Florence with his face torn to shreds; where, daring   In the plain of Mugnone, there was not long ago a good man that
            not to show himself at Camerata again, he endured day and night the   provided travelers with food and drink for money, and, because he
            grievous torment of his wife's vituperation. Such was the issue, to which,   was in poor circumstances, and had only a small house, did not give
            after ministering not a little mirth to his comrades, as also to Niccolosa   lodging to every comer, but only to a few that he knew, and if they
            and Filippo, this ardent lover brought his amour.
                                                                   were in dire need. Now the good man had a very fine wife, and by her
                                                                   had two children, a pretty and winsome girl of about fifteen or sixteen
                                                                   years, as yet unmarried, and a little boy, not yet one year old, whom
            The Ninth Day | The Sixth Novell                       the mother nursed at her own breast. The girl had found favor in the

            Storyteller: Panfilo                                   eyes of a good and mannerly young gentleman of our city, who was
                                                                   seldom in those parts, and loved her passionately. And she, being
            Two young gentlemen, Panuccio and Adriano, stayed at a poor inn.   greatly flattered to be loved by such a gallant, studied how to behave
            One went to bed with the host's daughter, and the other mistakenly   so charmingly as to retain his regard, and while she did so, grew
            with the host's wife. The one with the daughter later told the host,   likewise enamored of him; and several times, by mutual consent, their
            thinking he was his companion. Discontent arose, but the mother,   love had been consummated, but Pinuccio—such was the gallant's
            realizing the mistake, pacified everyone with discreet language.  name—shrank from the disgrace that it would bring upon the girl
                                                                   and himself alike. But, as his passion daily grew stronger, Pinuccio,
                                                                   yearning to find himself in bed with her, thought it best to contrive to
                                                                   lodge with her father, believing, from what he knew of her father's
                                                                   economy, that, if he did so, he might achieve his purpose, and no
                                                                   one would be the wiser: which idea no sooner struck him, than he set
                                                                   about carrying it into effect.

                                                                   So, late one evening, Pinuccio and a trusty comrade, Adriano by name,
                                                                   to whom he had confided his love, hired two horses, and having set
                                                                   upon them two valises, filled with straw or such-like stuff, set out from
                                                                   Florence, and rode by a circuitous route to the plain of Mugnone, which
                                                                   they reached after nightfall; and having taken a roundabout way, so
                                                                   that it might seem as if they were coming from Romagna, they rode
            1985 HAND COLORED AQUA TINTA / AQUA FORTE              up to the good man's house, and knocked at the door. The good man,
            29,5X19,5 CM. | 11¾X7½ IN. (IMAGE SIZE).               knowing them both very well, opened to them immediately: whereupon:
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