and departed; and at nightfall he went to the Hammam-bath.  On the morrow, he betook himself to the shop of his friend the druggist, who welcomed him as soon as he saw him, and questioned him of his case and how he had fared that day.  Quoth the singer, “Allah requite thee with welfare, O my brother, for indeed thou hast directed me to a restful life!” Then he acquainted him with his adventure and told him the tale of the woman, till he came to the mention of her husband, when he said, “And at midday came the horned cuckold,[FN#320] her husband, and knocked at the door.  So she wrapped me in the mat, and when he had wended his ways I came forth and we returned to our pleasant play.”  This was grievous to the druggist, and he repented of having taught him how he should do and suspected his wife.  Accordingly he asked the singer, “And what said she to thee at thy going away?” and the other answered, “She said, Come back to me on the morrow.  So, behold, I am off to her and I came not hither but that I might acquaint thee with this, lest thy thoughts be pre-occupied with me.”  Then he farewelled him, and walked out.  As soon as the druggist was assured that he had reached the house, he cast the net[FN#321] over his shop and made for his home, in some suspicion of his wife, and knocked at the door.  Now the singer had entered and the druggist’s wife said to him, “Up with thee and enter this chest.”  Accordingly he entered it and she shut it down on him and opened to her husband, who came in all distraught, and searched the house but found none and overlooked the chest.  Hereat he said in his mind “The house[FN#322] is one which favoureth my house and the woman is one who favoureth my wife,” and returned to his shop; whereupon the singer came forth of the chest and falling upon the druggist’s wife, had his wicked will of her and spent upon her what was her due, and weighed down the scale for her with full measure.  Then they ate and drank and kissed and clipped necks, and in this way they abode till the evening, when she gave him money, because she found his weaving nice and good,[FN#323] and made him promise to come to her on the morrow.  So he left her and slept his night and on the morrow he returned to the shop of his friend the druggist and saluted him.  The other welcomed him and questioned him of his case; whereat he told his tale till he ended with the mention of the woman’s husband, when he said, “Then came the horned cuckold, her mate and she stowed me away in the chest and shut down the lid upon me, whilst her addlepated pander[FN#324] of a husband went about the house, top and bottom; and when he had gone his way, we returned to our pleasant pastime.”  With this, the druggist was assured that the house was his house and the wife his wife, and quoth he, “Now what wilt thou do to-day?” Quoth the singer, “I shall return to her and weave for her and full her yarn[FN#325], and I came not[FN#326] save to thank thee for thy dealing with me.”  Then he went away, whilst the fire