StoriesThe Child Of The Snow
By Philippe Vignier. _Of an English merchant whose wife ha...
The Three Cordeliers
By Monsigneur De Beauvoir _Of three merchants of Savoy who...
The Jade Despoiled
By Messire Chrestien De Dygoigne. _Of a married man who fo...
The Husband As Doctor
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a young squire of Champagne who, ...
The Obsequious Priest
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a priest of Boulogne who twice ra...
Love In Arms
By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a knight who made his wife...
The Muddled Marriages
By The Archivist Of Brussels. _Of two men and two women wh...
On The Blind Side
By Monseigneur Le Duc. _Of a knight of Picardy who went to...
The Considerate Cuckold
By Monseigneur Le Duc. _Of a knight of Picardy, who lodged...
The Bird In The Cage
By Jehan Lambin. _Of a cure who was in love with the wife ...
Three Very Minor Brothers
By Poncelet. _Of three women of Malines, who were acquaint...
The Abbess Cured 
By Philippe De Laon. _Of an abbess who was ill for want of...
The Damsel Knight
By Monseigneur De Foquessoles. _Of the loves of a young ge...
A Bargain In Horns
By Monseigneur De Fiennes. _Of a labourer who found a man ...
The Match-making Priest
By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a village priest who found...
The Fault Of The Almanac
By Poncelet. _Of a cure who forgot, either by negligence o...
The Clever Nun
By Monseigneur De La Roche _Of a nun whom a monk wished to...
The Sick Lover
By Poncelet. _Of a lord who pretended to be sick in order ...
The Chaste Lover
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a rich merchant of the city of Ge...
The Drunkard In Paradise
By Monseigneur de Lannoy _The sixth story is of a drunkard...
The Devil's Share
By The Marquis De Rothelin.
_Of one of his marshals who married the sweetest and most lovable woman
there was in all Germany. Whether what I tell you is true--for I do
not swear to it that I may not be considered a liar--you will see more
Whilst we are waiting tor some one to come forward and tell us a good
story, I will relate a little one which will not detain you long, but is
quite true, and happened lately.
I had a marshal, who had served me long and faithfully, and who
determined to get a wife, and was married to the most ill-tempered woman
in all the country; and when he found that neither by good means or bad
could he cure her of her evil temper, he left her, and would not live
with her, but avoided her as he would a tempest, for if he knew she was
in any place he would go in the contrary direction. When she saw that
he avoided her, and that he gave her no opportunity of displaying her
temper, she went in search of him, and followed him, crying God knows
what, whilst he held his tongue and pursued his road, and this only
made her worse and she bestowed more curses and maledictions on her poor
husband than a devil would on a damned soul.
One day she, finding that her husband did not reply a word to anything
she said, followed him through the street, crying as loud as she could
before all the people;
"Come here, traitor! speak to me. I belong to you. I belong to you!"
And my marshal replied each time; "I give my share to the devil! I give
my share to the devil."
Thus they went all through the town of Lille, she crying all the while
"I belong to you," and the other replying "I give my share to the
Soon afterwards, so God willed, this good woman died, and my marshal was
asked if he were much grieved at the loss of his wife, and he replied
that never had such a piece of luck occurred to him, and if God had
promised him anything he might wish, he would have wished for his wife's
death; "for she," he said, "was so wicked and malicious that if I knew
she were in paradise I would not go there, for there could be no peace
in any place where she was. But I am sure that she is in hell, for never
did any created thing more resemble a devil than she did." Then they
said to him;
"Really you ought to marry again. You should look out for some good,
quiet, honest woman."
"Marry?" said he. "I would rather go and hang myself on a gibbet than
again run the danger of finding such a hell as I have--thank God--now
Thus he lived, and still lives--but I know not what he will be.
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