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The Decameron  The Fourth Day | The Third Novell         When the King realized that Madam Pampinea had finished her
                                                                   story, he sat quietly for a while, without saying a word, before
             Storyteller: Lauretta
                                                                   finally speaking. The beginning of this story wasn’t particularly
                                                                   good because it caused some amusement; yet the ending turned
             Three young men and three sisters fled to Crete. The eldest sister's
                                                                   out better, and I wish harsher punishments had befallen the
             jealousy led to her lover's death. The second sister saved her life by
                                                                   immoral Friar. Then, turning to Madam Lauretta, he said, "Lady,
             consenting to the Duke's request, but was later killed by her own
                                                                   tell us a better tale if possible." She smiled and answered, "Sir,
             lover who fled with the eldest sister. The third couple was accused of
                                                                   you're too harsh towards poor lovers, wanting their romantic
             her death, confessed, and bribed their way out of prison.
                                                                   ventures to end badly. Nevertheless, in obedience to your strict
                                                                   command, I will tell an unhappy story among three lovers who
                                                                   faced unfortunate outcomes equally in their desires. So, here
                                                                   is my story.


                                                                   Every vice (dear ladies), as we know, brings great disgrace and
                                                                   harm to those who practice it, and often to others as well. Among
                                                                   these harmful vices, the one that most drives us into unavoidable
                                                                   dangers, in my opinion, is anger. It is a sudden, inconsiderate
                                                                   reaction provoked by some received injury, which dismisses all
                                                                   reason,  clouds  understanding,  and  fills  the  mind  with  violent
                                                                   fury. Although this inconvenience happens mostly to men, and
                                                                   more to some than others, it has been noted that women have
                                                                   felt the same anger, even more intensely, because it ignites and
                                                                   burns brighter in them as they have less self-restraint. This isn't
                                                                   surprising. If we observe carefully, we see that fire naturally
                                                                   catches things that are light and tender more quickly than it
                                                                   does those that are hard and weighty; and some of us women
                                                                   (no offense to men) are much softer and delicate. Considering
                                                                   our natural inclination and how our gentleness is pleasing to men
                                                                   around us, and how anger is dangerous, I decided to show you by
                                                                   my following story how the loves of three young men and three
                                                                   young women met with tragic and fortunate outcomes due to the
                                                                   anger of one among them, as I mentioned before.

                                                                   Marseilles, as you know, is a very ancient and noble city in
                                                                   Provence, situated by the sea. It once had much wealthier
                                                                   merchants than it does now. Among them was Narnaldo Civida,
             1985 HAND COLORED AQUA TINTA / AQUA FORTE             a man of modest means but clear in faith and reputation, and
             29,5X19,5 CM. | 11¾X7½ IN. (IMAGE SIZE).
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