handsome and polished in his manner； that they might live happy together； for though the proverb says； 〃Better to have a pig for a husband； than a smile from an emperor；〃 still； if his appearance were changed； she should think herself the happiest woman in the universe。 And Peruonto replied as before
〃If you would have me say the spell； With figs and raisins feed me well！〃
Then Vastolla quickly opened his lips； and scarcely had he spoken the words when he was changed； as it were from an owl to a nightingale； from an ogre to a beautiful youth； from a scarecrow to a fine gentleman。 Vastolla； seeing such a transformation clasped him in her arms and was almost beside herself with joy。 Then they were married and lived happily for years。
Meanwhile the King grew old and very sad； so that； one day； the courtiers persuaded him to go a…hunting to cheer him up。 Night overtook him； and； seeing a light in a palace； he sent a servant to know if he could be entertained there； and he was answered that everything was at his disposal。 So the King went to the palace and passing into a great guest…chamber he saw no living soul； but two little boys； who skipped around him crying； 〃Welcome； welcome！〃 The King； surprised and astonished； stood like one that was enchanted； and sitting down to rest himself at a table； to his amazement he saw invisibly spread on it a Flanders tablecloth； with dishes full of roast meats and all sorts of viands； so that； in truth； he feasted like a King； waited on by those beautiful children； and all the while he sat at table a concert of lutes and tambourines never ceasedsuch delicious music that it went to the tips of his fingers and toes。 When he had done eating； a bed suddenly appeared all made of gold； and having his boots taken off； he went to rest and all his courtiers did the same； after having fed heartily at a hundred tables； which were laid out in the other rooms。
When morning came； the King wished to thank the two little children； but with them appeared Vastolla and her husband； and casting herself at his feet she asked his pardon and related the whole story。 The King； seeing that he had found two grandsons who were two jewels and a son…in…law who was a fairy； embraced first one and then the other； and taking up the children in his arms； they all returned to the city where there was a great festival that lasted many days。
IV
VARDIELLO
If Nature had given to animals the necessity of clothing themselves； and of buying their food； the race of quadrupeds would inevitably be destroyed。 Therefore it is that they find their food without trouble；without gardener to gather it； purchaser to buy it； cook to prepare it； or carver to cut it up； whilst their skin defends them from the rain and snow； without the merchant giving them cloth； the tailor making the dress； or the errand…boy begging for a drink…penny。 To man however； who has intelligence； Nature did not care to grant these indulgences； since he is able to procure for himself what he wants。 This is the reason that we commonly see clever men poor； and blockheads rich； as you may gather from the story which I am going to tell you。
Grannonia of Aprano was a woman of a great sense and judgment； but she had a son named Vardiello； who was the greatest booby and simpleton in the whole country round about。 Nevertheless； as a mother's eyes are bewitched and see what does not exist； she doted upon him so much； that she was for ever caressing and fondling him as if he were the handsomest creature in the world。
Now Grannonia kept a brood…hen； that was sitting upon a nest of eggs； in which she placed all her hope； expecting to have a fine brood of chickens； and to make a good profit of them。 And having one day to go out on some business； she called her son； and said to him； 〃My pretty son of your own mother； listen to what I say： keep your eye upon the hen； and if she should get up to scratch and pick； look sharp and drive her back to the nest； for otherwise the eggs will grow cold； and then we shall have neither eggs nor chickens。〃
〃Leave it to me；〃 replied Vardiello； 〃you are not speaking to deaf ears。〃
〃One thing more；〃 said the mother； 〃look…ye； my blessed son； in yon cupboard is a pot full of certain poisonous things； take care that ugly Sin does not tempt you to touch them； for they would make you stretch your legs in a trice。〃
〃Heaven forbid！〃 replied Vardiello； 〃poison indeed will not tempt me； but you have done wisely to give me the warning； for if I had got at it； I should certainly have eaten it all up。〃
Thereupon the mother went out； but Vardiello stayed behind； and； in order to lose no time； he went into the garden to dig holes； which he covered with boughs and earth； to catch the little thieves who come to steal the fruit。 And as he was in the midst of his work； he saw the hen come running out of the room； whereupon he began to cry； 〃Hish； hish！ this way； that way！〃 But the hen did not stir a foot； and Vardiello； seeing that she had something of the donkey in her； after crying 〃Hish； hish；〃 began to stamp with his feet； and after stamping with his feet to throw his cap at her； and after the cap a cudgel which hit her just upon the pate； and made her quickly stretch her legs。
When Vardiello saw this sad accident； he bethought himself how to remedy the evil； and making a virtue of necessity； in order to prevent the eggs growing cold； he set himself down upon the nest； but in doing so； he gave the eggs an unlucky blow； and quickly made an omelet of them。 In despair at what he had done； he was on the point of knocking his head against the wall； at last； however； as all grief turns to hunger； feeling his stomach begin to grumble； he resolved to eat up the hen。 So he plucked her； and sticking her upon a spit； he made a great fire； and set to work to roast her。 And when she was cooked； Vardiello； to do everything in due order； spread a clean cloth upon an old chest； and then； taking a flagon； he went down into the cellar to draw some wine。 But just as he was in the midst of drawing the wine； he heard a noise； a disturbance； an uproar in the house； which seemed like the clattering of horses' hoofs。 Whereat starting up in alarm and turning his eyes； he saw a big tom…cat； which had run off with the hen； spit and all； and another cat chasing after him； mewing； and crying out for a part。
Vardiello； in order to set this mishap to rights； darted upon the cat like an unchained lion； and in his haste he left the tap of the barrel running。 And after chasing the cat through every hole and corner of the house； he recovered the hen； but the cask had meanwhile all run out； and when Vardiello returned； and saw the wine running about； he let the cask of his soul empty itself through the tap…holes of his eyes。 But at last judgment came to his aid and he hit upon a plan to remedy the mischief； and prevent his mother's finding out what had happened； so； taking a sack of flour； filled full to the mouth； he sprinkled it over the wine on the floor。
But when he meanwhile reckoned up on his fingers all the disasters he had met with； and thought to himself that； from the number of fooleries he had committed； he must have lost the game in the good graces of Grannonia； he resolved in his heart not to let his mother see him again alive。 So thrusting his hand into the jar of pickled walnuts which his mother had said contained poison； he never stopped eating until he came to the bottom； and when he had right well filled his stomach he went and hid himself in the oven。
In the meanwhile his mother returned； and stood knocking for a long time at the door； but at last； seeing that no one came； she gave it a kick； and going in； she called her son at the top of her voice。 But as nobody answered； she imagined that some mischief must have happened； and with increased lamentation she went on crying louder and louder； 〃Vardiello！ Vardiello！ are you deaf； that you don't hear？ Have you the cramp； that you don't run？ Have you the pip； that you don't answer？ Where are you； you rogue？ Where are you hidden； you naughty fellow？〃
Vardiello； on hearing all this hubbub and abuse； cried out at last with a piteous voice； 〃Here I am！ here I am in the oven； but you will never see me again； mother！〃
〃Why so？〃 said the poor mother。
〃Because I am poisoned；〃 replied the son。
〃Alas！ alas！〃 cried Grannonia； 〃how came you to do that？ What cause have you had to commit this homicide？ And who has given you poison？〃 Then Vardiello told her； one after another； all the pretty things he had done； on which account he wished to die and not to remain any longer a laughing…stock in the world。
The poor woman； on hearing all this； was miserable and wretched； and she had enough to do and to say to drive this melancholy whimsey out of Vardiello's head。 And being infatuated and dotingly fond of him； she gave him some nice sweetmeats； and so put the affair of the pickled walnuts out of his head； and convinced him that they were not poison； but good and comforting to the stomach。 And having thus pacified him with cheering words； and showered on him a thousand caresses； she drew him out of the oven。 Then giving him a fine piece of cloth； she bade him go and sell it； but cautioning him not to do business with folks of too many words。
〃Tut； tut！〃 said Vardiello； 〃let me alone； I know what I'm about； never fear。〃 So saying； he took the cloth； and went his way through the city of Naples； crying； 〃Cloth！ cloth！〃 But whenever any one asked him； 〃What cloth have you there？〃 he replied； 〃You are no customer for me； you are a man of too many words。〃 And when another said to him； 〃How do you sell your cloth？〃 he called him a chatterbox； who deafened him with his noise。 At length he chanced to espy； in the courtyard of a house which was deserted on account of the Monaciello； a plaster statue； and being tired out； and wearied with going about and about； he sat himself down on a bench。 But not seeing any one astir in the house； which looked like a sacked village； he was lost in amazement； and said to the statue： 〃Tell me； comrade； does no one live in this house？〃 Vardiello waited awhile； but as the statue gave no answer； he thought this surely was a man of few words。 So he said； 〃Friend； will you