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By Monseigneur De Launoy. _Of a number of boon companions ...
The Lost Ass Found
By Michault De Changy. _Of a good man of Bourbonnais who w...
How The Nun Paid For The Pears
By Monseigneur De Thianges (*). _Of a Jacobin and a nun, w...
A Good Dog
_Of a foolish and rich village cure who buried his dog in the...
Between Two Stools
By Monseigneur De Waurin. _Of a noble knight who was in lo...
My New Years Eve Among The Mummies
I have been a wanderer and a vagabond on the face of the ea...
The Empress Of Andorra
All the troubles in Andorra arose from the fact that the to...
The Damsel Knight
By Monseigneur De Foquessoles. _Of the loves of a young ge...
The Sick Lover
By Poncelet. _Of a lord who pretended to be sick in order ...
By The Editor. _Of a married woman who was in love with a ...
Two Lovers For One Lady
By Monseigneur De La Barde. _Of a squire who found the mul...
I. The first time I ever met Ernest Carvalho was just be...
The Obsequious Priest
By Philippe De Laon. _Of a priest of Boulogne who twice ra...
The Cow And The Calf
By Monseigneur _Of a gentleman to whom--the first night th...
By Monseigneur De Villiers. _Of a knight whose mistress ma...
The Lost Ring
By Monseigneur De Commesuram. _Of two friends, one of whom...
Montbleru; Or The Thief
By G. De Montbleru. _Of one named Montbleru, who at a fair...
The Devil's Horn
By Monseigneur. _Of a noble knight of Germany, a great tra...
The Virtuous Lady With Two Husbands
By Monseigneur. _Of a noble knight of Flanders, who was ma...
The Castrated Clerk
By Monseigneur L'amant De Brucelles. _How a lawyer's clerk...
The Obedient Wife
By The Editor.
_ Of a man who was married to a woman so lascivious and lickerish, that
I believe she must have been born in a stove or half a league from the
summer sun, for no man, however well he might work, could satisfy her;
and how her husband thought to punish her, and the answer she gave him._
When I was lately in Flanders, in one of the largest towns in the
province, a jovial fellow told me a good story of a man married to a
woman so given to venery and concupiscence that she would have let a
man lie with her in the public streets. Her husband knew well how she
misbehaved herself, but he was not clever enough to prevent it, so
cunning and depraved was she. He threatened to beat, to leave her, or to
kill her, but it was all a waste of words; he might as well have tried
to tame a mad dog or some other animal. She was always seeking fresh
lovers with whom to fornicate, and there were few men in all the country
round who had not tried to satisfy her lust; anyone who winked at her,
even if he were humpbacked, old, deformed, or disfigured in any way,
could have her favours for nothing.
Her unfortunate husband, seeing that she still continued this life in
spite of all his menaces, tried to hit upon a method to frighten her.
When he was alone with her in the house, he said;
"Well, Jehanne (or Beatrix, for so he called her) I see that you are
determined to continue this life of vice, and, however much I may
threaten to punish you, you take no more heed of me than though I held
"Alas, husband," she replied, "I am much to be pitied, but there is no
help for it, for I was born under a planet which compels me to go with
"Oh, indeed," said the husband, "is that your destiny? I swear I will
soon find a remedy for that."
"You will kill me then," she said, "for nothing else will cure me."
"Never mind," he said. "I know the best way."
"What is it?" she asked. "Tell me."
"Morbleu!" he said, "I will give you such a doing some day, that I will
put a quartette of babies in your belly, and then I will leave you to
get your own living."
"You will?" she cried. "Indeed! Well, you have but to begin. Such
threats frighten me very little, I do not care a farthing for them. May
I have my head shaved if I attempt to run away. (*) If you think you are
capable of making four babies at once, come on, and begin at once--the
mould is ready."
(*) Long hair was considered honourable, and to have the
head shaved or cropped was a mark of disgrace.
"The devil take the woman," said the husband; "there is no way of
He was obliged to let her fulfil her destiny, for nothing short of
splitting her head open would have kept her backside quiet; so he let
her run about like a bitch on heat amongst a couple of dozen dogs, and
accomplish all her inordinate desires.
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