Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Complete. Jean de la Fontaine
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Название: Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Complete

Автор: Jean de la Fontaine

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СКАЧАТЬ haste to reach the ground, and nearly fell;

      Such liberties he wish'd at once to stop,

      Since what he'd seen had nearly made him drop.

      How! how!—cried he:—what, e'en before my sight?

      What can you mean? said she without affright.

      HUSBAND

      DAR'ST thou to ask again?

      WIFE

      AND why not, pray?

      HUSBAND

      FINE, pretty doings!—Presently you'll say;

      That what I've seen 'tis folly to believe.

      WIFE

      Too much is this:—such accusations grieve.

      HUSBAND

      Thou did'st most clearly suffer his embrace.

      WIFE

      I? WHY, you dream!

      HUSBAND

      This seems a curious case.

      MY reason's flown'! or have I lost my eyes?

      WIFE

      CAN you suppose my character I prize

      So very little, that these pranks I'd play

      Before your face, when I might ev'ry day

      Find minutes to divert myself at will,

      And (if lik'd such frolicks) take my fill?

      HUSBAND

      I KNOW not what to think nor what to do;

      P'rhaps this same tree can tricks at will pursue;

      Let's see again; aloft he went once more,

      And William acted as he'd done before;

      But now the husband saw the playful squeeze;

      Without emotion, and returned at ease.

      To find the cause, said he, no longer try,

      The tree's enchanted, we may well rely.

      SINCE, that's the fact, replied the cunning jade;

      To burn it, quickly William seek fort aid;

      The tree accurst no longer shall remain;

      Her will the servant wish'd not to restrain,

      But soon some workmen brought, who felled the tree;

      And wondered what the fault our fair could see.

      Down hew it, cried the lady, that's your task;

      More concerns you not; folly 'tis to ask.

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      OUR second gossip thus obtained success;

      But now the third: we'll see if she had less:

      To female friends she often visits paid,

      And various pastimes there had daily play'd;

      A leering lover who was weary grown,

      Desired ONE night she'd meet him quite alone.

      TWO, if you will, replied the smiling fair;

      A trifle 'tis you ask, and I'll repair

      Where'er you wish, and we'll recline at ease;

      My husband I can manage, if I please,

      While thus engag'd.—The parties soon agreed;

      But still the lady for her wits had need,

      Since her dear man from home but rarely went,

      No pardons sought at Rome, but was content

      With what he nearer got, while his sweet wife

      More fondness mark'd for gratifying life,

      And ever anxious, warmest zeal to show,

      Was always wishing distant scenes to know;

      As pilgrim oft she'd trod a foreign road,

      But now desir'd those ancient ways t'explode;

      A plan more rare and difficult she sought,

      And round her toe our wily dame bethought,

      To tie a pack-thread, fasten'd to the door,

      Which open'd to the street: then feign'd to snore

      Beside her husband, Harry Berlinguier,

      (So, usually, they nam'd her wedded dear.)

      HOWE'ER, so cunningly with him she dealt,

      That Harry turn'd, and soon the pack-thread felt,

      Which rais'd distrust, and led him to suspect

      Some bad design the thread was meant t'effect.

      A LITTLE time, as if asleep, he lay

      Considering how to act, or what to say;

      Then rose, (his spouse believing not awake,)

      And softly treading, lest the room should shake;

      The pack-thread follow'd to the outer door,

      And thence concluded (what he might deplore,)

      That his dear partner from her faith would stray,

      And СКАЧАТЬ