words　with　ladies　and　treat　this　sweet　flower　with　flowery　phrases。
  This　sight　made　the　king　look　as　foolish　as　a　fox　caught　in　a　trap。
  The　queen　sprang　up；　reddening　with　shame；　and　asking　what　man　dared
  to　intrude　upon　her　privacy　at　such　a　moment；　but　perceiving　the　king；
  she　said　to　him　as　follows：
  〃Ah！　my　lord；　you　have　discovered　that　which　I　have　endeavoured　to
  conceal　from　you：　that　I　am　so　badly　treated　by　you　that　I　am
  afflicted　with　a　burning　ailment；　of　which　my　dignity　would　not　allow
  me　to　complain；　but　which　needs　secret　dressing　in　order　to　assuage
  the　influence　of　the　vital　forces。　To　save　my　honour　and　your　own；　I
  am　compelled　to　come　to　my　good　Lady　Miraflor；　who　consoles　me　in　my
  troubles。〃
  Then　the　physician　commenced　to　treat　Leufroid　to　an　oration；
  interlarded　with　Latin　quotations　and　precious　grains　from
  Hippocrates；　Galen；　the　School　of　Salerno；　and　others；　in　which　he
  showed　him　how　necessary　to　women　was　the　proper　cultivation　of　the
  field　of　Venus；　and　that　there　was　great　danger　of　death　to　queens　of
  Spanish　temperament；　whose　blood　was　excessively　amorous。　He　delivered
  himself　of　his　arguments　with　great　solemnity　of　feature；　voice；　and
  manner；　in　order　to　give　the　Sire　de　Montsoreau　time　to　get　to　bed。
  Then　the　queen　took　the　same　text　to　preach　the　king　a　sermon　as　long
  as　his　arm；　and　requested　the　loan　of　that　limb；　that　the　king　might
  conduct　her　to　her　apartment　instead　of　the　poor　invalid；　who　usually
  did　so　in　order　to　avoid　calumny。　When　they　were　in　the　gallery　where
  the　Sire　de　Montsoreau　resided；　the　queen　said　jokingly；　〃You　should
  play　a　good　trick　on　this　Frenchman；　who　I　would　wager　is　with　some
  lady；　and　not　in　his　own　room。　All　the　ladies　of　Court　are　in　love
  with　him；　and　there　will　be　mischief　some　day　through　him。　If　you　had
  taken　my　advice　he　would　not　be　in　Sicily　now。〃
  Leufroid　went　suddenly　into　Gauttier's　room；　whom　he　found　in　a　deep
  sleep；　and　snoring　like　a　monk　in　Church。　The　queen　returned　with　the
  king；　whom　she　took　to　her　apartments；　and　whispered　to　one　of　the
  guards　to　send　to　her　the　lord　whose　place　Pezare　occupied。　Then；
  while　she　fondled　the　king；　taking　breakfast　with　him；　she　took　the
  lord　directly　he　came；　into　an　adjoining　room。
  〃Erect　a　gallows　on　the　bastion；〃　said　she；　〃then　seize　the　knight
  Pezare；　and　manage　so　that　he　is　hanged　instantly；　without　giving　time
  to　write　or　say　a　single　word　on　any　subject　whatsoever。　Such　is　our
  good　pleasure　and　supreme　command。〃
  Cataneo　made　no　remark。　While　Pezare　was　thinking　to　himself　that　his
  friend　Gauttier　would　soon　be　minus　his　head；　the　Duke　Cataneo　came　to
  seize　and　lead　him　on　to　bastion；　from　which　he　could　see　at　the
  queen's　window　the　Sire　de　Montsoreau　in　company　with　the　king；　the
  queen；　and　the　courtiers；　and　came　to　the　conclusion　that　he　who
  looked　after　the　queen　had　a　better　chance　in　everything　than　he　who
  looked　after　the　king。
  〃My　dear；〃　said　the　queen　to　her　spouse；　leading　him　to　the　window；
  〃behold　a　traitor；　who　was　endeavouring　to　deprive　you　of　that　which
  you　hold　dearest　in　the　world；　and　I　will　give　you　the　proofs　when　you
  have　the　leisure　to　study　them。〃
  Montsoreau；　seeing　the　preparations　for　the　final　ceremony；　threw
  himself　at　the　king's　feet；　to　obtain　the　pardon　of　him　who　was　his
  mortal　enemy；　at　which　the　king　was　much　moved。
  〃Sire　de　Monsoreau；〃　said　the　queen；　turning　towards　him　with　an　angry
  look；　〃are　you　so　bold　as　to　oppose　our　will　and　pleasure？〃
  〃You　are　a　noble　knight；〃　said　the　king；　〃but　you　do　not　know　how
  bitter　this　Venetian　was　against　you。〃
  Pezare　was　delicately　strangled　between　the　head　and　the　shoulders；
  for　the　queen　revealed　his　treacheries　to　the　king；　proving　to　him；　by
  the　declaration　of　a　Lombard　of　the　town；　the　enormous　sums　which
  Pezare　had　in　the　bank　of　Genoa；　the　whole　of　which　were　given　up　to
  Montsoreau。
  This　noble　and　lovely　queen　died；　as　related　in　the　history　of　Sicily；
  that　is；　in　consequence　of　a　heavy　labour；　during　which　she　gave　birth
  to　a　son；　who　was　a　man　as　great　in　himself　as　he　was　unfortunate　in
  his　undertakings。　The　king　believed　the　physician's　statement；　that
  the　said　termination　to　this　accouchement　was　caused　by　the　too　chaste
  life　the　queen　had　led；　and　believing　himself　responsible　for　it；　he
  founded　the　Church　of　the　Madonna；　which　is　one　of　the　finest　in　the
  town　of　Palermo。　The　Sire　de　Monsoreau；　who　was　a　witness　of　the
  king's　remorse；　told　him　that　when　a　king　got　his　wife　from　Spain；　he
  ought　to　know　that　this　queen　would　require　more　attention　than　any
  other；　because　the　Spanish　ladies　were　so　lively　that　they　equalled
  ten　ordinary　women；　and　that　if　he　wished　a　wife　for　show　only；　he
  should　get　her　from　the　north　of　Germany；　where　the　women　are　as　cold
  as　ice。　The　good　knight　came　back　to　Touraine　laden　with　wealth；　and
  lived　there　many　years；　but　never　mentioned　his　adventures　in　Sicily。
  He　returned　there　to　aid　the　king's　son　in　his　principal　attempt
  against　Naples；　and　left　Italy　when　this　sweet　prince　was　wounded；　as
  is　related　in　the　Chronicle。
  Besides　the　high　moralities　contained　in　the　title　of　this　tale；　where
  it　is　said　that　fortune；　being　female；　is　always　on　the　side　of　the
  ladies；　and　that　men　are　quite　right　to　serve　them　well；　it　shows　us
  that　silence　is　the　better　part　of　wisdom。　Nevertheless；　the　monkish
  author　of　this　narrative　seems　to　draw　this　other　no　less　learned
  moral　therefrom；　that　interest　which　makes　so　many　friendships；　breaks
  them　also。　But　from　these　three　versions　you　can　choose　the　one　that
  best　accords　with　your　judgment　and　your　momentary　requirement。
  CONCERNING　A　POOR　MAN　WHO　WAS　CALLED　LE　VIEUX　PAR…CHEMINS
  The　old　chronicler　who　furnished　the　hemp　to　weave　the　present　story；
  is　said　to　have　lived　at　the　time　when　the　affair　occurred　in　the　City
  of　Rouen。
  In　the　environs　of　this　fair　town；　where　at　the　time　dwelt　Duke
  Richard；　an　old　man　used　to　beg；　whose　name　was　Tryballot；　but　to　whom
  was　given　the　nickname　of　Le　Vieux　par…Chemins；　or　the　Old　Man　of　the
  Roads；　not　because　he　was　yellow　and　dry　as　vellum；　but　because　he　was
  always　in　the　high…ways　and　by…waysup　hill　and　down　daleslept　with
  the　sky　for　his　counterpane；　and　went　about　in　rags　and　tatters。
  Notwithstanding　this；　he　was　very　popular　in　the　duchy；　where　everyone
  had　grown　used　to　him；　so　much　so　that　if　the　month　went　by　without
  anyone　seeing　his　cup　held　towards　them；　people　would　say；　〃Where　is
  the　old　man？〃　and　the　usual　answer　was；　〃On　the　roads。〃
  This　said　man　had　had　for　a　father　a　Tryballot；　who　was　in　his
  lifetime　a　skilled　artisan；　so　economical　and　careful；　that　he　left
  considerable　wealth　to　his　son。
  But　the　young　lad　soon　frittered　it　away；　for　he　was　the　very　opposite
  of　the　old　fellow；　who；　returning　from　the　fields　to　his　house；　picked
  up；　now　here；　now　there；　many　a　little　stick　of　wood　left　right　and
  left；　saying；　conscientiously；　that　one　should　never　come　home　empty
  handed。　Thus　he　warmed　himself　in　the　winter　at　the　expense　of　the
  careless；　and　he　did　well。　Everyone　recognised　what　a　good　example
  this　was　for　the　country；　since　a　year　before　his　death　no　one　left　a
  morsel　of　wood　on　the　road；　he　had　compelled　the　most　dissipated　to　be
  thrifty　and　orderly。　But　his　son　made　ducks　and　drakes　of　everything；
  and　did　not　follow　his　wise　example。　The　father　had　predicted　the
  thing。　From　the　boy's　earliest　youth；　when　the　good　Tryballot　set　him
  to　watch　the　birds　who　came　to　eat　the　peas；　beans；　and　the　grain；　and
  to　drive　the　thieves　away；　above　all；　the　jays；　who　spoiled
  everything；　he　would　study　their　habits；　and　took　delight　in　watching
  with　what　grace　they　came　and　went；　flew　off　loaded；　and　returned；
  watching　with　a　quick　eye　the　snares　and　nets；　and　he　would　laugh
  heartily　at　their　cleverness　in　avoiding　them。　Tryballot　senior　went
  into　a　passion　when　he　found　his　grain　considerably　less　in　a　measure。
  But　although　he　pulled　his　son's　ears　whenever　he　caught　him　idling
  and　trifling　under　a　nut　tree；　the　little　rascal　did　not　alter　his
  conduct；　but　continued　to　study　the　habits　of　the　blackbirds；
  sparrows；　and　other　intelligent　marauders。　One　day　his　father　told　him
  that　he　would　be　wise　to　model　himself　after　them；　for　that　if　he
  continued　this　kind　of　life；　he　would　be　compelled　in　his　old　age　like
  them；　to　pilfer；　and　like　them；　would　be　pursued　by　justice。　This　came
  true；　for；　as　has　before　been　stated；　he　dissipated　in　a　few　days　the
  crowns　which　his　careful　father　had　acquired　in　a　life…time。　He　dealt
  with　men　as　he　did　with　the　sparrows；　letting　everyone　put　a　hand　in
  his　pocket；　and　contemplating　the　grace　and　polite　demeanour　of　those
  who　assisted　to　empty　it。　The　end　of　his　wealth　was　thus　soon　reached。
  When　the　devil　had　the　empty　money　bag　to　himself；　Tryballot　did　not
  appear　at　all　cut　up；　saying；　that　he　〃did　not　wis