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Author: Jean de La Fontaine
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The tales
and novels
of
J. De la Fontaine
Volume 16.
Contains:
The Amorous Courtesan
Nicaise
The amorous courtesan
Dan Cupid, though the god of soft amour,
In ev’ry age works miracles a store;
Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;
And fools make oracles whene’er he please;
Turn wolves to sheep, and ev’ry thing so well,
That naught remains the former shape to tell:
Remember, Hercules, with wond’rous pow’r,
And Polyphemus, who would men devour:
The one upon a rock himself would fling,
And to the winds his am’rous ditties sing;
To cut his beard a nymph could him inspire;
And, in the water, he’d his face admire.
His club the other to a spindle changed,
To please the belle with whom he often ranged.
A
hundred instances the fact attest,
But
sage Boccace has one, it is confessed,
Which
seems to me, howe’er we search around,
To
be a sample, rarely to be found.
’Tis
Chimon that I mean, a savage youth,
Well
formed in person, but the rest uncouth,
A
bear in mind, but Cupid much can do,
love
licked the cub, and decent soon he grew.
A
fine gallant at length the lad appeared;
From
whence the change?—Fine eyes his bosom cheered
The
piercing rays no sooner reached his sight,
But
all the savage took at once to flight;
He
felt the tender flame; polite became;
You’ll
find howe’er, our tale is not the same.
I
mean to state how once an easy fair,
Who
oft amused the youth devoid of care,
A
tender flame within her heart retained,
Though
haughty, singular, and unrestrained.
Not
easy ’twas her favours to procure;
Rome
was the place where dwelled this belle impure;
The
mitre and the cross with her were naught;
Thegod of soft amour beheld her aim;
And
sought at once her haughty soul to tame;
A
Roman gentleman, of finest form,
Soon
in her bosom raised a furious storm;
Camillus
was the name this youth had got;
The
nymph’s was Constance, that love’s
arrow shot:
Though
he was mild, good humoured, and serene,
No
sooner Constance had his person seen,
And
in her breast received the urchin’s dart,
Than
throbs, and trembling fears o’erwhelmed her heart.
The
flame she durst declare no other way,
Than
by those sighs, which feelings oft betray.
Till
then, nor shame nor aught could her retain;
Now
all was changed:—her bashfulness was plain.
As
none, howe’er, could think the subtle flame
Would
lie concealed with such a haughty dame,
Camillus
nothing of the kind supposed.
Though
she incessantly by looks disclosed,
That
something unrevealed disturbed the soul,
And
o’er her mind had absolute control.
Whatever
presents Constance might receive,
Still
pensive sighs her breast appeared to heave:
Her
tints of beauty too, began to fail,
And
o’er the rose, the lily to prevail.
Onenight Camillus had a party met,
Of
youthful beaux and belles, a charming set,
And,
’mong the rest, fair Constance was a guest;
The
evening passed in jollity and jest;
For
few to holy converse seemed inclined,
And
none for Methodists appeared designed:
Not
one, but Constance, deaf to wit was found,
And,
on her, raillery went briskly round.
Thesupper o’er the company withdrew,
But
Constance suddenly was lost to view;
Beside
a certain bed she took her seat,
Where
no one ever dreamed she would retreat,
And
all supposed, that ill, or spirits weak,
She
home had run, or something wished to seek.
Thecompany retired, Camillus said,
He
meant to write before he went to bed,
And
told his valet he might go to rest
A
lucky circumstance, it is confessed.
Thus
left alone, and as the belle desired;
Who,
from her soul, the spark so much admired;
Yet
knew not how the subject to disclose,
Or,
in what way her wishes to propose;
At
length, with trembling accents, she revealed;
The
flame she longer could not keep concealed.
Exceedinglysurprised Camillus seemed,
And
scarcely could believe but what he dreamed;
Why,
hey! said he, good lady, is it thus,
With
favoured friends, you doubtful points discuss?
He
made her sit, and then his seat regained
Who
would have thought, cried he, you here remained;
Now
who this hiding place to you could tell?
’Twas
love, fond love! replied the beauteous belle;
And
straight a blush her lovely cheek suffused,
So
rare with those to Cyprian revels used;
For
Venus’s vot’ries, to pranks resigned,
Another
way, to get a colour, find.
Camillus,
truly, some suspicions had,
That
he was loved, though neither fool nor mad;
Nor
such a novice in the Paphian scene,
But
what he could at once some notions glean:
More
certain tokens, howsoe’er, to get,
And
set the lady’s feelings on the fret,
By
trying if the gloom that o’er her reigned
Was
only sly pretence, he coldness feigned.
Sheoften sighed as if her heart would break;
At
length love’s piercing anguish made her speak:
What
you will say, cried she, I cannot guess,
To
see me thus a fervent flame confess.
The
very thought my face with crimson dyes;
My
way of life no shield for this supplies;
The
moment pure affection ’s in the soul,
No
longer wanton freaks the mind control.
Myconduct to excuse, what can I say?
O
could my former life be done away,
And
in your recollection naught remain,
But
what might virtuous constancy maintain
At
all event, my frankness overlook,
Too
well I see, the fatal path I took
Has
such displeasure to your breast conveyed,
My
zeal will rather hurt than give me aid;
But
hurt or not, I’ll idolize you still:
Beat,
drive away, contemn me as you will;
Or
worse, if you the torment can contrive
I’m
your’s alone, Camillus, while alive.
Tothis harangue the wary youth replied
In
truth, fair lady, I could ne’er decide,
To
criticise what others round may do.-
’Tis
not the line I’d willingly pursue;
And
I will freely say, that your discourse
Has
much surprised me, though ’tis void of force.
To
you it surely never can belong,
To
say variety in love is wrong;
Besides,
your sex, and decency, ’tis clear,
To
ev’ry disadvantage you appear.
What
use this eloquence, and what your aim?
Such
charms alone as your’s could me inflame;
Their
pow’r is great, but fully I declare,
I
do not like advances from the fair.
To
Constance this a thunder-clap appeared;
Howe’er,
she in her purpose persevered.
Said
she, this treatment doubtless I deserve;
But
still, from truth my tongue can never swerve,
And
if I may presume my thoughts to speak,
The
plan which I’ve pursued your love to seek,
Had
never proved injurious to my cause,
If
still my beauty merited applause.
From
what you’ve said, and what your looks express
To
please your sight, no charms I now possess.
Whence
comes this change?—to you i will refer;
Till
now I was admired, you must aver;
And
ev’ry one my person highly praised;
These
precious gifts, that admiration raised,
Alas!
are fled, and since I felt love’s flame,
Experience
whispers, I’m no more the same;
No
longer have charms that please your eyes:
How
happy I should feel if they’d suffice!
Thesuppliant belle now hoped to be allowed
One
half his bed to whom her sighs were vowed;
But
terror closed her lips; she nothing said,
Though
oft her eyes were to his pillow led.
To
be confused the wily stripling feigned,
And
like a statue for a time remained.
Atlength he said:—I know not what to do;
Undressing,
by myself, I can’t pursue.
Shall
I your valet call? rejoined the fair;
On
no account, said he, with looks of care;
I
would not have you in my chamber seen,
Nor
thought that here, by night, a girl had been,
Your
caution is enough, the belle replied:
Myself
between the wall and bed I’ll hide,
’Twill
what you fear prevent, and ills avoid;
But
bolt the door: you’ll then be not annoyed;
Let
no one come; for once I’ll do my best,
And
as your valet act till you’re undressed;
To
am’rous Constance this permission grant
The
honour would her throbbing breast enchant.
Theyouth to her proposal gave consent,
And
Constance instantly to business went;
The
means she used to take his clothes were such,
That
scarcely once his person felt her touch;
She
stopt not there, but even freely chose
To
take from off his feet, both shoes and hose
What,
say you:—With her hands did Constance this?
Pray
tell me what you see therein amiss?
I
wish sincerely I could do the same,
With
one for whom I feel a tender flame.
Betweenthe clothes in haste Camillus flew,
Without
inviting Constance to pursue.
She
thought at first he meant to try her love;
But
raillery, this conduct was above.
His
aim, howe’er more fully to unfold,
She
presently observed:—’Tis very cold;
Where
shall I sleep? said she:
Camillus
Just where you please;
Constance
What, on this chair?
Camillus
No,
no, be more at ease;
Come
into bed.
Constance
Unlace me then, I pray.
Camillus
I
cannot: I’m undressed, and cold as clay:
Unlace
yourself.—
Just
then the belle perceived
A
poinard, which anxiety relieved;
She
drew it from the scabbard, cut her lace,
And
many parts of dress designed for grace,
The
works of months, embroidery and flow’r
Now
perished in the sixtieth of an hour,
Without
regret, or seeming to lament,
What
more than life will of the sex content.
Yedames of Britain, Germany, or France,
Would
you have done as much, through complaisance?
You
would not, I’m convinced: the thing is clear;
But
doubtless this, at Rome, must fine appear.
PoorConstance softly to the bed approached,
No
longer now supposing she encroached,
And
trusting that, no stratagem again
Would
be contrived to give her bosom pain.
Camillus
said: my sentiments I’ll speak;
Dissimulation
I will never seek;
She
who can proffer what should be denied,
Shall
never be admitted by my side;
But
if the place your approbation meet,
I
won’t refuse your lying at my feet.
FairConstance such reproof could not withstand,
’Twas
well the poinard was not in her hand;
Her
bosom so severely felt the smart,
She
would have plunged the dagger through her heart:
But
Hope, sweet Hope! still fluttered to her view;
Sheplaced herself, as order’d, cross the bed,
And
at his feet at length reclined her head;
A
kiss on them she ventured to impress,
But
not too roughly, lest she should transgress:
We
may conjecture if he were at ease;
What
victory! to see her stoop to please;
A
beauty so renowned for charms and pride,
’Twould
take a week, to note each trait described;
No
other fault than paleness he could trace,
Which
gave her (causes known) still higher grace.
Camillusstretched his legs, and on her breast
Familiarly
allowed his feet to rest;
A
cushion made of what so fair appeared,
That
envy might from ivory be feared;
Then
seemed as if to Morpheus he inclined,
And
on the pillow sullenly resigned.
At
last the sighs with which her bosom heaved,
Gave
vent to floods of tears that much relieved;
This
was the end:—Camillus silence broke,
And
to tell the belle with pleasing accents spoke
I’m
satisfied, said he, your love is pure;
Come
hither charming girl and be secure.
She
t’wards him moved; Camillus near her slid;
Could
you, cried he, believe that what I did,
Was
seriously the dictates of my soul,
To
act the brute and ev’ry way control?
No,
no, sweet fair, you know me not ’tis plain:
I
truly wish your fondest love to gain;
Your
heart I’ve probed, ’tis all that I desire;
Mid
joys I swim; my bosom feels the fire.
Your
rigour now in turn you may display;
It
is but fair: be bountiful I pray;
Myself
from hence your lover I declare;
No
woman merits more my bed to share,
Whatever
rank, or beauty, sense or life,
You
equally deserve to be my wife;
Your
husband I’ll become; forget the past;
Unpleasant
recollections should not last.
Yet
there’s one thing which much I wish to speak
The
marriage must be secret that we seek;
There’s
no occasion reasons to disclose;
What
I have said I trust will you dispose,
To
act as I desire: you’ll find it best:—
A
wedding ’s like amours while unconfessed;
One
then both husband and gallant appears,
And
ev’ry wily act the bosom cheers.
Till
we, continued he, a priest can find,
Are
you, to trust my promises inclined?
You
safely may; he’ll to his word adhere:
His
heart is honest, and his tongue sincere.
Tothis fair Constance answered not a word,
Which
showed, with him, her sentiments concurred.
The
spark, no novice in the dumb assent,
Received
her silence fully as ’twas meant;
The
rest involved in myst’ry deep remains;
Thus
Constance was requitted for her pains.
YeCyprian nymphs to profit turn my tale;
The
god of love, within his vot’ries pale,
Has
many, if their sentiments were known,
That
I’d prefer for Hymen’s joys alone.
My
wife, not always to the spindle true,
Will
many things in life, not seem to view;
By
Constance and her conduct you may see
How,
with this theory, her acts agree;
She
proved the truth of what I here advance,
And
reaped the fruits produced by complaisance,
A
horde of nuns I know who, ev’ry night,
Would
such adventures wage with fond delight.
Perhapsit will not be with ease believed,
That
Constance from Camillus now received,
A
proof of love’s enchanting balmy sweet,
A
proof perhaps you’ll think her used to meet;
But
ne’er till then she tasted pleasures pure;
Her
former life no blisses could secure.
You
ask the cause, and signs of doubt betray:
Who
truly loves, the same will ever say.
Nicaise
To serve the shop as ’prentice was the lot;
Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
A lad quite ignorant beyond his trade,
And what arithmetick might lend him aid;
A perfect novice in the wily art,
That in amours is used to win the heart.
Good tradesmen formerly were late to learn
The tricks that soon in friars we discern;
They ne’er were known those lessons to begin,
Till more than down appeared upon the chin.
But now-a-days, in practice, ’tis confessed,
These shopkeepers are knowing as the best.
Ourlad of ancient date was less advanced;
At
scenes of love his eyes had never glanced;
Be
that as ’twill, he now was in the way,
And
naught but want of wit produced delay:
A
belle indeed had on him set her heart
His
master’s daughter felt love’s poignant
smart;
A
girl of most engaging mind and mien,
And
always steady in her conduct seen.
Sincerity
of soul or humour free,
Or
whether with her taste it might agree,
A
fool ’twas clear presided o’er her soul,
And
all her thoughts and actions felt control.
Some
bold gallant would p’erhaps inform her plain,
She
ever kept wild Folly in her train,
And
THe
belle was pleased the ’prentice to prefer:
A
handsome lad with truth we may aver,
Quite
young, well made, with fascinating eye:
Such
charms are ne’er despised we may rely,
But
treasures thought, no fair will e’er neglect;
Whate’er
her senses say, she’ll these respect.
For
one that love lays hold of by the soul,
A
thousand by the eyes receive control.
Thissprightly girl with soft endearing ease,
Exerted
ev’ry care the lad to please,
To
his regards she never shy appeared;
Now
pinched his arm, then smiled and often leered;
Her
hand across his eyes would sometimes put;
At
others try to step upon his foot.
To
this he nothing offered in reply,
Though
oft his throbbing bosom heaved a sigh.
So
many tender scenes, at length we find,
Produced
the explanation love designed;
The
youthful couple, we may well believe,
Would
from each other mutual vows receive;
They
neither promises nor kisses spared,
Incalculable
were the numbers shared;
If
he had tried to keep exact account,
He
soon had been bewildered with th’ amount;
To
such infinity it clearly ran,
Mistakes
would rise if he pursued the plan;
A
ceremony solely was required,
Which
prudent girls have always much admired,
Yet
this to wait gave pain and made her grieve;
From
you, said she, the boon I would receive;
Or
while I live the rapture never know,
That
Hymen at his altar can bestow;
To
you I promise, by the pow’rs divine,
My
hand and heart I truly will resign.
Howe’er
I’ll freely say, should Hymen fail
To
make me your’s and wishes not prevail,
You
must not fancy I’ll become a nun,
Though
much I hope to act as I’ve begun;
To
marry you would please me to the soul;
But
how can we the ruling pow’rs control?
Too
much I’m confident you love my fame,
Thelad most gratefully his thanks returned;
His
breast with ev’ry soft emotion burned.
Within
a week, to this sweet charmer came,
A
rich young squire, who soon declared his flame;
On
which she said to Nicaise:—he will do;
This
spark will easily let matters through;
And
as the belle was confident of that,
She
gave consent and listened to his chat.
Soon
all was settled and arranged the day,
When
marriage they no longer would delay,
You’ll
fully notice this:—I think I view
The
thoughts which move around and you pursue;
’Twas
doubtless clear, whatever bliss in store,
The
lady was betrothed, and nothing more.
Thoughall was fixed a week before the day,
Yet
fearing accidents might things delay,
Or
even break the treaty ere complete,
She
would not our apprentice fully greet,
Till
on the very morn she gave her hand,
Lest
chance defeated what was nicely planned.
Howe’erthe belle was to the altar led,
A
virgin still, and doomed the squire to wed,
Who,
quite impatient, consummation sought,
As
soon as he the charmer back had brought;
But
she solicited the day apart,
And
this obtained, alone by prayers and art.
’Twas
early morn, and ’stead of bed she dressed,
In
ev’ry thing a queen had thought the best;
With
diamonds, pearls, and various jewels rare;
Her
husband riches had, she was aware,
Which
raised her into rank that dress required,
And
all her neighbours envied and admired.
Her
lover, to secure the promised bliss,
An
hour’s indulgence gained to take a kiss.
A
bow’r within a garden was the spot,
Which,
for their private meeting, they had got.
A
confidant had been employed around,
To
watch if any one were lurking found.
Thelady was the first who thither came;
To
get a nosegay was, she said, her aim;
And
Nicaise presently her steps pursued,
Who,
when the turf within the bow’r he viewed,
Exclaimed,
oh la! how wet it is my dear!
Indeed,
the anxious, tender youth replied,
To
save such costly clothes we should decide;
I’ll
run at once, and presently be here;
Two
minutes will suffice I’m very clear.
Away
the silly lad with ardour flew,
And
left no time objections to renew.
His
wondrous folly cured the charming dame;
Whose
soul so much disdained her recent flame;
That
instantly her heart resumed its place,
Which
had too long been loaded with disgrace:
Go,
prince of fools, she to herself exclaimed,
For
ever, of thy conduct, be ashamed;
To
lose thee surely I can ne’er regret,
Impossible
a worse I could have met.
I’ve
now considered, and ’tis very plain,
Thou
merit’st not such favours to obtain;
From
hence I swear, by ev’ry thing above;
My
husband shall alone possess my love;
And
least I might be tempted to betray,
To
him I’ll instantly the boon convey,
Which
Nicaise might have easily received;
Thank
Heav’n my breast from folly is relieved.
This
said, by disappointment rendered sour,
The
beauteous bride in anger left the bow’r.
Soon
with the carpet simple Nicaise came,
And
found that things no longer were the same.
Thelucky hour, ye suitors learn I pray,
Is
not each time the clock strikes through the day,
In
Cupid’s alphabet I think I’ve read,
Old
Time, by lovers, likes not to be led;
And
since so closely he pursues his plan,
’Tis
right to seize him, often as you can.
Delays
are dangerous, in love or war,
And
Nicaise is a proof they fortune mar.
Quiteout of breath with having quickly run;
Delighted
too that he so soon had done,
The
youth returned most anxious to employ,
The
carpet for his mistress to enjoy,
But
she alas! with rage upon her brow,
Had
left the spot, he knew not why nor how;
And
to her company returned in haste
The
flame extinguished that her mind disgraced.
Perhaps
she went the jewel to bestow,
Upon
her spouse, whose breast with joy would glow:
What
jewel pray?—The one that ev’ry maid
Pretends
to have, whatever tricks she’s played.
This
I believe; but I’ll no dangers run;
To
burn my fingers I’ve not yet begun;
Yet
I allow, howe’er, in such a case,
The
girl, who fibs, therein no sin can trace.
Ourbelle who, thanks to Nicaise, yet retained;
In
spite of self, the flow’r he might have gained,
Was
grumbling still, when he the lady met
Why,
how is this, cried he, did you forget,
That
for this carpet I had gone away?
When
spread, how nicely on it we might play!
You’d
soon to woman change the silly maid;
Come,
let’s return, and not the bliss evade;
No
fear of dirt nor spoiling of your dress;
And
then my love I fully will express.
Notso, replied the disappointed dame,
We’ll
put it off:—perhaps ’twould hurt your
frame
Your
health I value, and I would advise,
To
be at ease, take breath, and prudence prize;
Apprentice
in a shop you now are bound
Next
’prentice go to some gallant around;
You’ll
not so soon his pleasing art require,
Nor
to your tutorage can I now aspire.
Friend
Nicaise take some neighb’ring servant maid,
You’re
quite a master in the shopping trade;
Stuffs
you can sell, and ask the highest price;
And
to advantage turn things in a trice.
But
opportunity you can’t discern;
To
know its value,—prithee go and learn.
Delays are dangerous, in love or war
Opportunity you can’t discern—prithee
go and learn
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