Title:  The Tales and Novels, v15:  The Mandrake & The Rhemese

Author:  Jean de La Fontaine

Release Date:  March, 2004 [EBook #5289] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on June 21, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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[Note:  There is a short list of bookmarks, or pointers, at the end of the file for those who may wish to sample the author’s ideas before making an entire meal of them.  D.W.]

The tales and novels
of
J. De La Fontaine

Volume 15.

Contains: 
The Mandrake
The Rhemese

The mandrake

Florentine we now design to show;—­
A greater blockhead ne’er appeared below;
It seems a prudent woman he had wed,
With beauty that might grace a monarch’s bed;
Young, brisk, good-humoured, with engaging mien;
None in the town, or round, the like was seen: 
Her praises every voice inclined to sing,
And judged her worthy of a mighty king;
At least a better husband she deserved: 
An arrant fool he looked, and quite unnerved. 
This Nicia Calfucci (for such his name)
Was fully bent to have a father’s fame,
And thought his country honour he could do,
Could he contrive his lineage to pursue. 
No holy saint in Paradise was blessed,
But what this husband fervently addressed;
From day to day, so oft he teazed for grace,
They scarcely knew his off’rings where to place. 
No matron, quack, nor conjurer around,
But what he tried their qualities profound;
Yet all in vain:  in spite of charm or book,
No father he, whatever pains he took.

          ToFlorence then returned a youth from France;
          Where he had studied,—­more than complaisance: 
          Well trained as any from that polished court;
          To Fortune’s favours anxious to resort;
          Gallant and seeking ev’ry fair to please;
          Each house, road, alley, soon he knew at ease;
          The husbands, good or bad, their whims and years,
          With ev’ry thing that moved their hopes or fears;
          What sort of fuel best their females charmed;
          What spies were kept by those who felt alarmed;
          The if’s, for’s, to’s, and ev’ry artful wile,
          That might in love a confidant beguile,
          Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
          When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog.