THE FIRST STORY

[Day the Second]

MARTELLINO FEIGNETH HIMSELF A CRIPPLE AND MAKETH BELIEVE TO

WAX WHOLE UPON THE BODY OF ST. ARRIGO. HIS IMPOSTURE BEING

DISCOVERED, HE IS BEATEN AND BEING AFTER TAKEN [FOR A

THIEF,] GOETH IN PERIL OF BEING HANGED BY THE NECK, BUT

ULTIMATELY ESCAPETH

"It chanceth oft, dearest ladies, that he who studieth to befool

others, and especially in things reverend, findeth himself with

nothing for his pains but flouts and whiles cometh not off scathless.

Wherefore, that I may obey the queen's commandment and give beginning

to the appointed theme with a story of mine, I purpose to relate to

you that which, first misfortunately and after happily, beyond his

every thought, betided a townsman of ours.

No great while agone there was at Treviso a German called Arrigo, who,

being a poor man, served whoso required him to carry burdens for hire;

and withal he was held of all a man of very holy and good life.

Wherefore, be it true or untrue, when he died, it befell, according to

that which the Trevisans avouch, that, in the hour of his death, the

bells of the great church of Treviso began to ring, without being

pulled of any. The people of the city, accounting this a miracle,

proclaimed this Arrigo a saint and running all to the house where he

lay, bore his body, for that of a saint, to the Cathedral, whither

they fell to bringing the halt, the impotent and the blind and others

afflicted with whatsoever defect or infirmity, as if they should all

be made whole by the touch of the body.

In the midst of this great turmoil and concourse of folk, it chanced

that there arrived at Treviso three of our townsmen, whereof one was

called Stecchi, another Martellino and the third Marchese, men who

visited the courts of princes and lords and diverted the beholders by

travestying themselves and counterfeiting whatsoever other man with

rare motions and grimaces. Never having been there before and seeing

all the folk run, they marvelled and hearing the cause, were for going

to see what was toward; wherefore they laid up their baggage at an inn

and Marchese said, 'We would fain go look upon this saint; but, for my

part, I see not how we may avail to win thither, for that I understand

the Cathedral place is full of German and other men-at-arms, whom the

lord of this city hath stationed there, so no riot may betide; more by

token that they say the church is so full of folk that well nigh none

else might enter there.' 'Let not that hinder you,' quoth Martellino,

who was all agog to see the show; 'I warrant you I will find a means

of winning to the holy body.' 'How so?' asked Marchese, and Martellino

answered, 'I will tell thee. I will counterfeit myself a cripple and

thou on one side and Stecchi on the other shall go upholding me, as it

were I could not walk of myself, making as if you would fain bring me

to the saint, so he may heal me. There will be none but, seeing us,

will make way for us and let us pass.'

The device pleased Marchese and Stecchi and they went forth of the inn

without delay, all three. Whenas they came to a solitary place,

Martellino writhed his hands and fingers and arms and legs and eke his

mouth and eyes and all his visnomy on such wise that it was a

frightful thing to look upon, nor was there any saw him but would have

avouched him to be verily all fordone and palsied of his person.

Marchese and Stecchi, taking him up, counterfeited as he was, made

straight for the church, with a show of the utmost compunction, humbly

beseeching all who came in their way for the love of God to make room

for them, the which was lightly yielded them. Brief, every one gazing

on them and crying well nigh all, 'Make way! Make way!' they came

whereas Saint Arrigo's body lay and Martellino was forthright taken up

by certain gentlemen who stood around and laid upon the body, so he

might thereby regain the benefit of health. Martellino, having lain

awhile, whilst all the folk were on the stretch to see what should

come of him, began, as right well he knew how, to make a show of

opening first one finger, then a hand and after putting forth an arm

and so at last coming to stretch himself out altogether. Which when

the people saw, they set up such an outcry in praise of Saint Arrigo

as would have drowned the very thunder.

Now, as chance would have it, there was therenigh a certain

Florentine, who knew Martellino very well, but had not recognized him,

counterfeited as he was, whenas he was brought thither. However, when

he saw him grown straight again, he knew him and straightway fell

a-laughing and saying, 'God confound him! Who that saw him come had

not deemed him palsied in good earnest?' His words were overheard of

sundry Trevisans, who asked him incontinent, 'How! Was he not

palsied?' 'God forbid!' answered the Florentine. 'He hath ever been as

straight as any one of us; but he knoweth better than any man in the

world how to play off tricks of this kind and counterfeit what shape

soever he will.'

When the others heard this, there needed nothing farther; but they

pushed forward by main force and fell a-crying out and saying, 'Seize

yonder traitor and scoffer at God and His saints, who, being whole of

his body, hath come hither, in the guise of a cripple, to make mock of

us and of our saint!' So saying, they laid hold of Martellino and

pulled him down from the place where he lay. Then, taking him by the

hair of his head and tearing all the clothes off his back, they fell

upon him with cuffs and kicks; nor himseemed was there a man in the

place but ran to do likewise. Martellino roared out, 'Mercy, for God's

sake!' and fended himself as best he might, but to no avail; for the

crowd redoubled upon him momently. Stecchi and Marchese, seeing this,

began to say one to the other that things stood ill, but, fearing for

themselves, dared not come to his aid; nay, they cried out with the

rest to put him to death, bethinking them the while how they might

avail to fetch him out of the hands of the people, who would certainly

have slain him, but for a means promptly taken by Marchese; to wit,

all the officers of the Seignory being without the church, he betook

himself as quickliest he might, to him who commanded for the Provost

and said, 'Help, for God's sake! There is a lewd fellow within who

hath cut my purse, with a good hundred gold florins. I pray you take

him, so I may have mine own again.'

Hearing this, a round dozen of sergeants ran straightway whereas the

wretched Martellino was being carded without a comb and having with

the greatest pains in the world broken through the crowd, dragged him

out of the people's hands, all bruised and tumbled as he was, and

haled him off to the palace, whither many followed him who held

themselves affronted of him and hearing that he had been taken for a

cutpurse and themseeming they had no better occasion[77] of doing him

an ill turn,[78] began each on like wise to say that he had cut his

purse. The Provost's judge, who was a crabbed, ill-conditioned fellow,

hearing this, forthright took him apart and began to examine him of

the matter; but Martellino answered jestingly, as if he made light of

his arrest; whereat the judge, incensed, caused truss him up and give

him two or three good bouts of the strappado, with intent to make him

confess that which they laid to his charge, so he might after have him

strung up by the neck.

[Footnote 77: Or pretext (_titolo_).]

[Footnote 78: Or "having him punished," lit. "causing give him ill

luck" (_fargli dar la mala ventura_). This passage, like so many

others of the Decameron, is ambiguous and may also be read

"themseeming none other had a juster title to do him an ill turn."]

When he was let down again, the judge asked him once more if that were

true which the folk avouched against him, and Martellino, seeing that

it availed him not to deny, answered, 'My lord, I am ready to confess

the truth to you; but first make each who accuseth me say when and

where I cut his purse, and I will tell you what I did and what not.'

Quoth the judge, 'I will well,' and calling some of his accusers, put

the question to them; whereupon one said that he had cut his purse

eight, another six and a third four days agone, whilst some said that

very day. Martellino, hearing this, said, 'My lord, these all lie in

their throats and I can give you this proof that I tell you the truth,

inasmuch as would God it were as sure that I had never come hither as

it is that I was never in this place till a few hours agone; and as

soon as I arrived, I went, of my ill fortune, to see yonder holy body

in the church, where I was carded as you may see; and that this I say

is true, the Prince's officer who keepeth the register of strangers

can certify you, he and his book, as also can my host. If, therefore,

you find it as I tell you, I beseech you torture me not neither put me

to death at the instance of these wicked, men.'

Whilst things were at this pass, Marchese and Stecchi, hearing that

the judge of the Provostry was proceeding rigorously against

Martellino and had already given him the strappado, were sore affeared

and said in themselves, 'We have gone the wrong way to work; we have

brought him forth of the frying-pan and cast him into the fire.'

Wherefore they went with all diligence in quest of their host and

having found him, related to him how the case stood. He laughed and

carried them to one Sandro Agolanti, who abode in Treviso and had

great interest with the Prince, and telling him everything in order,

joined with them in beseeching him to occupy himself with Martellino's

affairs. Sandro, after many a laugh, repaired to the Prince and

prevailed upon him to send for Martellino.

The Prince's messengers found Martellino still in his shirt before the

judge, all confounded and sore adread, for that the judge would hear

nothing in his excuse; nay, having, by chance, some spite against the

people of Florence, he was altogether determined to hang him by the

neck and would on no wise render him up to the Prince till such time

as he was constrained thereto in his despite. Martellino, being

brought before the lord of the city and having told him everything in

order, besought him, by way of special favour, to let him go about his

business, for that, until he should be in Florence again, it would

still seem to him he had the rope about his neck. The Prince laughed

heartily at his mischance and let give each of the three a suit of

apparel, wherewith they returned home safe and sound, having, beyond

all their hope, escaped so great a peril."

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