The Decameron, Giovanni Boccaccio [top ten books of all time .TXT] 📗

sister!’ Then, after many other words, he fell again to battering the door and crying out and this he did so long and so lustily that many of the neighbours, being awakened and unable to brook the annoy, arose and one of the courtezan’s waiting-women, coming to the window, apparently all sleepy-eyed, said peevishly, ‘Who knocketh below there?’

‘What?’ cried Andreuccio. ‘Dost thou not know me? I am Andreuccio, brother to Madam Fjordaliso.’ Whereto quoth she, ‘Good man, an thou have drunken overmuch, go sleep and come back tomorrow morning. I know no Andreuccio nor what be these idle tales thou tellest. Begone in peace and let us sleep, so it please thee.’ ‘How?’ replied Andreuccio. ‘Thou knowest not what I mean? Certes, thou knowest; but, if Sicilian kinships be of such a fashion that they are forgotten in so short a time, at least give me back my clothes and I will begone with all my heart.’ ‘Good man,’ rejoined she, as if laughing, ‘methinketh thou dreamest’; and to say this and to draw in her head and shut the window were one and the same thing. Whereat Andreuccio, now fully certified of his loss, was like for chagrin to turn his exceeding anger into madness and bethought himself to seek to recover by violence that which he might not have again with words; wherefore, taking up a great stone, he began anew to batter the door more furiously than ever.

At this many of the neighbours, who had already been awakened and had arisen, deeming him some pestilent fellow who had trumped up this story to spite the woman of the house and provoked at the knocking he kept up, came to the windows and began to say, no otherwise than as all the dogs of a quarter bark after a strange dog, ’Tis a villainous shame to come at this hour to decent women’s houses and tell these cock-and-bull stories. For God’s sake, good man, please you begone in peace and let us sleep. An thou have aught to mell with her, come back tomorrow and spare us this annoy tonight.’ Taking assurance, perchance, by these words, there came to the window one who was within the house, a bully of the gentlewoman’s, whom Andreuccio had as yet neither heard nor seen, and said, in a terrible big rough voice, ‘Who is below there?’

Andreuccio, hearing this, raised his eyes and saw at the window one who, by what little he could make out, himseemed should be a very masterful fellow, with a bushy black beard on his face, and who yawned and rubbed his eyes, as he had arisen from bed or deep sleep; whereupon, not without fear, he answered, ‘I am a brother of the lady of the house.’ The other waited not for him to make an end of his reply, but said, more fiercely than before, ‘I know not what hindereth me from coming down and cudgelling thee what while I see thee stir, for a pestilent drunken ass as thou must be, who will not let us sleep this night.’ Then, drawing back into the house, he shut the window; whereupon certain of the neighbours, who were better acquainted with the fellow’s quality, said softly to Andreuccio, ‘For God’s sake, good man, begone in peace and abide not there tonight to be slain; get thee gone for thine own good.’

Andreuccio, terrified at the fellow’s voice and aspect and moved by the exhortations of the neighbours, who seemed to him to speak out of charity, set out to return to his inn, in the direction of the quarter whence he had followed the maid, without knowing whither to go, despairing of his money and woebegone as ever man was. Being loathsome to himself, for the stench that came from him, and thinking to repair to the sea to wash himself, he turned to the left and followed a street called Ruga Catalana,102 that led towards the upper part of the city. Presently, he espied two men coming towards him with a lantern and fearing they might be officers of the watch or other ill-disposed folk, he stealthily took refuge, to avoid them, in a hovel, that he saw hard by. But they, as of malice aforethought, made straight for the same place and entering in, began to examine certain irons which one of them laid from off his shoulder, discoursing various things thereof the while.

Presently, ‘What meaneth this?’ quoth one. ‘I smell the worst stench meseemeth I ever smelt.’ So saying, he raised the lantern and seeing the wretched Andreuccio, enquired, in amazement. ‘Who is there?’ Andreuccio made no answer, but they came up to him with the light and asked him what he did there in such a pickle; whereupon he related to them all that had befallen him, and they, conceiving where this might have happened, said, one to the other, ‘Verily, this must have been in the house of Scarabone Buttafuocco.’ Then, turning to him, ‘Good man,’ quoth one, ‘albeit thou hast lost thy money, thou hast much reason to praise God that this mischance betided thee, so that thou fellest nor couldst after avail to enter the house again; for, hadst thou not fallen, thou mayst be assured that, when once thou wast fallen asleep, thou hadst been knocked on the head and hadst lost thy life as well as thy money. But what booteth it now to repine? Thou mayst as well look to have the stars out of the sky as to recover a farthing of thy money; nay, thou art like to be murdered, should yonder fellow hear that thou makest any words thereof.’ Then they consulted together awhile and presently said to him, ‘Look you, we are moved to pity for thee; wherefore, an thou wilt join with us in somewhat we go about to do, it seemeth to us certain that there will fall to thee for thy share much more than the value