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By Philippe De Laon. _Of a monk who feigned to be very ill...
By Monseigneur De Fiennes. _Of a Count who would ravish by...
The Incapable Lover
By Messire Miohaut De Changy. _Of the meeting assigned to ...
By Monseigneur De Santilly. _Of a goldsmith, married to a ...
By Monseigneur _The second story, related by Duke Philip, ...
The Eel Pasties
By Monseigneur de la Roche _Of a knight of England, who, a...
The Reverend John Creedy
I. "On Sunday next, the 14th inst., the Reverend John Cr...
The Butcher's Wife Who Played The Ghost In The Chimney
By Michault De Changy. _Of a Jacobin who left his mistress...
Three Very Minor Brothers
By Poncelet. _Of three women of Malines, who were acquaint...
The Woman At The Bath
By Philippe De Laon. _Of an inn-keeper at Saint Omer who p...
The Three Cordeliers
By Monsigneur De Beauvoir _Of three merchants of Savoy who...
The Sick Lover
By Poncelet. _Of a lord who pretended to be sick in order ...
By Poncelet. _Of a merchant who locked up in a bin his wif...
Tit For Tat
By Anthoine De La Sale. _Of a father who tried to kill his...
Bids And Biddings
By Monseigneur De Launoy. _Of a number of boon companions ...
Indiscretion Reproved, But Not Punished
By The Provost Of Wastennes. _Of a woman who heard her hus...
The Fault Of The Almanac
By Poncelet. _Of a cure who forgot, either by negligence o...
The Chaste Lover
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a rich merchant of the city of Ge...
The Duel With The Buckle-strap
By Philippe De Laon. _The fifth story relates two judgment...
The Woman With Three Husbands
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a "fur hat" of Paris, who wished ...
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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