8467 “ ‘ You are too giddy,' he says, ‘ and your behavior is too silly. As soon as I go to my work, you go off dancing and live a life so riotous that it seems ribald, and you sing like a siren. And when I go off to Rome or Friesland with our merchandise, then imme - diately you become very coquettish — for word of your conduct goes around everywhere, and I know through one who tells me of it — and when anyone speaks about the reason that you conduct yourse l f so demurely in all the places where you go, you reply, “ Alas! It is on account of my love for my husband. ” For me, sorrowful wretch that I am? Who knows whether I forge or weave, whether I am dead or alive? I should have a sheep's bladder shoved in my face. Certainly I am not worth a button if I don ’ t scold you. You have created a great reputation for me when you boast of such a thing. Everyone knows very well that you lie. For me, sorrowful wretch! For me! I formed evil gauntlets with my own hands and deceived myself cruelly when I ever accepted your faith, the day of our marriage. For me you lead this life of riot! For me you lead this life of luxury! Who do you think you go 8503 around fooling? I never have the possibility of seeing these quaint little games, when these libertines, who go around spying out whores, greedy for pleasure and hot with desire, gaze and look upon you from top to bottom when they accompany you through the streets. For whom are you peeling these chestnuts? Who can trick me more than you? The instant I approach near you, you make a rain-cape out of me. I see that, in this coat and that wimple, you seem simpler than a turtledove or dove. It doesn ’ t matter to you if it is short or long when I am all alone near you. No matter how good-tempered I am, I would not hold back, if someone gave me four bezants or if I did not refuse them out of shame, from 99
The Advice o f Friend 157 beating you in order to subdue your great pride. Understand that it does not please me for you to wear any quaint adornment at a carol or dance, except in my presence. “ ‘ Fur t hermore — I can hide it no longer — do you have any lands to divide up between you and this young bachelor, Robi- chonnet of the green hat, who comes so quickly when you call? You cannot leave him alone; you are always joking together. I don't know what you want of each other that you can always talk with one another. Your silly conduct makes me mad with anger. By that God that doesn't lie, if you ever speak to him, your face will grow pale, in fact more livid than mulberry; God help me, before I get you away from this life of dissipation I will give you some blows in that face that is so pleasing to the libertines, and you will then stay meek and quiet. You will be held in good i r on rings; you will never go out without me, and you will serve me in the house. The devils make you very secret with those rascals, lull of lies, toward whom you should be distant. Didn ’ t I take you to serve me? Do you think that you deserve my love in order to consort with these dir t y rascals just because they have such gay hearts and find you so gay in turn? You are a wicked harlot, and I can have no confidence
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