Droll Stories — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 602 pages of information about Droll Stories — Complete.

Droll Stories — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 602 pages of information about Droll Stories — Complete.

She turned pale, and humbly held up her face, for she understood that at this moment her past perfidy wronged her present love.  With a single blow Angelo slashed her face, then left her house, and quitted the country.  The husband not having been stopped by reason of that light which was seen by the Florentines, found his wife minus her left cheek.  But she spoke not a word in spite of her agony; she loved her Cappara more than life itself.  Nevertheless, the husband wished to know whence preceded this wound.  No one having been there except the Florentine, he complained to the king, who had his workman hastily pursued, and ordered him to be hanged at Blois.  On the day of execution a noble lady was seized with a desire to save this courageous man, whom she believed to be a lover of the right sort.  She begged the king to give him to her, which he did willingly.  But Cappara declaring that he belonged entirely to his lady, the memory of whom he could not banish entirely, entered the Church, became a cardinal and a great savant, and used to say in his old age that he had existed upon the remembrance of the joys tasted in those poor hours of anguish; in which he was, at the same time, both very well and very badly treated by his lady.  There are authors saying afterwards he succeeded better with his old sweetheart, whose cheek healed; but I cannot believe this, because he was a man of heart, who had a high opinion of the holy joys of love.

This teaches us nothing worth knowing, unless it be that there are unlucky meetings in life, since this tale is in every way true.  If in other places the author has overshot the truth, this one will gain for him the indulgence of the conclave or lovers.

EPILOGUE

This second series comes in the merry month of June, when all is green and gay, because the poor muse, whose slave the author is, has been more capricious then the love of a queen, and has mysteriously wished to bring forth her fruit in the time of flowers.  No one can boast himself master of this fay.  At times, when grave thoughts occupy the mind and grieve the brain, comes the jade whispering her merry tales in the author’s ear, tickling her lips with her feathers, dancing sarabands, and making the house echo with her laughter.  If by chance the writer, abandoning science for pleasure, says to her, “Wait a moment, little one, till I come,” and runs in great haste to play with the madcap, she has disappeared.  She has gone into her hole, hides herself there, rolls herself up, and retires.  Take the poker, take a staff, a cudgel, a cane, raise them, strike the wench, and rave at her, she moans; strap her, she moans; caress her, fondle her, she moans; kiss her, say to her, “Here, little one,” she moans.  Now she’s cold, now she is going to die; adieu to love, adieu to laughter, adieu to merriment, adieu to good stories.  Wear mourning for her, weep and fancy her dead, groan.  Then

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