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
ovial 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

my tongue."

"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

punishing her."

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.