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

of Emilia’s long story⁠—which had not withal for its length been unpleasing to any of the company, nay, but was held of all the ladies to have been briefly narrated, having regard to the number and diversity of the incidents therein recounted⁠—the queen, having with a mere sign intimated her pleasure to Lauretta, gave her occasion to begin thus: “Dearest ladies, there occurreth to me to tell you a true story which hath much more semblance of falsehood than of that which it indeed is and which hath been recalled to my mind by hearing one to have been bewept and buried for another. I purpose then, to tell you how a live man was entombed for dead and how after he and many other folk believed himself to have come forth of the sepulchre as one raised from the dead, by reason whereof he194 was adored as a saint who should rather have been condemned as a criminal.

There was, then, and yet is, in Tuscany, an abbey situate, like as we see many thereof, in a place not overmuch frequented of men, whereof a monk was made abbot, who was a very holy man in everything, save in the matter of women, and in this he contrived to do so warily that well nigh none, not to say knew, but even suspected him thereof, for that he was holden exceeding godly and just in everything. It chanced that a very wealthy farmer, by name Ferondo, contracted a great intimacy with him, a heavy, clodpate fellow and dull-witted beyond measure, whose commerce pleased the abbot but for that his simplicity whiles afforded him some diversion, and in the course of their acquaintance, the latter perceived that Ferondo had a very handsome woman to wife, of whom he became so passionately enamoured that he thought of nothing else day or night; but, hearing that, simple and shallow-witted as Ferondo was in everything else, he was shrewd enough in the matter of loving and guarding his wife, he well nigh despaired of her.

However, like a very adroit man as he was, he wrought on such wise with Ferondo that he came whiles, with his wife, to take his pleasance in the abbey-garden, and there he very demurely entertained them with discourse of the beatitude of the life eternal and of the pious works of many men and women of times past, insomuch that the lady was taken with a desire to confess herself to him and asked and had Ferondo’s leave thereof. Accordingly, to the abbot’s exceeding pleasure, she came to confess to him and seating herself at his feet, before she proceeded to say otherwhat, began thus: ‘Sir, if God had given me a right husband or had given me none, it would belike be easy to me, with the help of your exhortations, to enter upon the road which you say leadeth folk unto life eternal; but I, having regard to what Ferondo is and to his witlessness, may style myself a widow, and yet I am married, inasmuch as, he living, I can have no other husband; and dolt as he is, he is without any cause, so out of all measure jealous of me that by reason thereof I cannot live with him otherwise than in tribulation and misery; wherefore, ere I come to other confession, I humbly beseech you, as most I may, that it may please you give me some counsel concerning this, for that, an the occasion of my well-doing begin not therefrom, confession or other good work will profit me little.’

This speech gave the abbot great satisfaction and himseemed fortune had opened him the way to his chief desire; wherefore, ‘Daughter,’ quoth he, ‘I can well believe that it must be a sore annoy for a fair and dainty dame such as you are to have a blockhead to husband, but a much greater meseemeth to have a jealous man; wherefore, you having both the one and the other, I can lightly credit that which you avouch of your tribulation. But for this, speaking briefly, I see neither counsel nor remedy save one, the which is that Ferondo be cured of this jealousy. The medicine that will cure him I know very well how to make, provided you have the heart to keep secret that which I shall tell you.’ ‘Father mine,’ answered the lady, ‘have no fear of that, for I would liefer suffer death than tell any that which you bid me not repeat; but how may this be done?’ Quoth the abbot, ‘An we would have him cured, it behoveth of necessity that he go to purgatory.’ ‘But how,’ asked she, ‘can he go thither alive?’ ‘Needs must he die,’ replied the abbot, ‘and so go thither; and whenas he shall have suffered such penance as shall suffice to purge him of his jealousy, we will pray God, with certain orisons that he restore him to this life, and He will do it.’ ‘Then,’ said the lady, ‘I am to become a widow?’ ‘Ay,’ answered the abbot, ‘for a certain time, wherein you must look well you suffer not yourself to be married again, for that God would take it in ill part, and whenas Ferondo returned hither, it would behove you return to him and he would then be more jealous than ever.’ Quoth she, ‘Provided he be but cured of this calamity, so it may not behove me abide in prison all my life, I am content; do as it pleaseth you.’ ‘And I will do it,’195 rejoined he; ‘but what guerdon am I to have of you for such a service?’ ‘Father,’ answered the lady, ‘you shall have whatsoever pleaseth you, so but it be in my power; but what can the like of me that may befit such a man as yourself?’ ‘Madam,’ replied the abbot ‘you can do no less for me than that which I undertake to do for