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The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Poge/Fable 1

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The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs), The Fables of Poggio
by Poggio Bracciolini
Fable 1: The subtylyte of the Woman for to deceyue her Husbond

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3931823The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs), The Fables of Poggio — Fable 1: The subtylyte of the Woman for to deceyue her HusbondPoggio Bracciolini

¶ The fyrst fable is of the subtylyte of the woman for to deceyue her husbond

THe cautele or falshede of the woman is wonder merueyllous / as it appiereth by this fable / Of a marchaūt whiche was wedded of newe vnto a fayre and yong woman / the whiche marchaunt wente ouer the see for to bye & selle / and for to gete somwhat for to lyue honestly / And by cause that he dwellyd to longe / his wyf supposed that he was dede / And therfore she enamoured her self with another man / whiche dyd to her mykle good / as for to haue doo make and bylde vp his hows of newe the whiche had grete nede of reparacion / and also he gaf to her all new utensyles to kepe houshold / And within a long tyme after the departyng of the marchaunt he came ageyne in to his hows whiche he sawe newe bylded / & sawe dysshes pottes / pannes / and suche other houshold / wherfore he demaunded of his wyf how and in what maner she had soūde the facion and the mean for to haue repayred so honestly his hows / And she ansuerd that it was by the grace of god / And he ansuerd / Blessyd be god of hit / And when he was within the chambre / he sawe the bedde rychely couerd / & the walles wel hanged / and demaunded of his wyf he had done before / And she thenne ansuerd to hym in lyke maner as she dyd before / And therfore he thanked god as he had done to fore / And as he wold sette hym at his dyner / there was brought before hym vnto his wyf a child of thre yere of age / or there aboute / wherfore he demaunded of his wyf / My frend to whome belongeth this fayre child / And she ansuerd / My Frend the holy ghoost of his grace hath sente hit to me / Thene ansuerd the merchaunt to his wyf in this manere / I rendre not graces ne thankes not to the holy ghoost of this / For he hath taken to moche payne and labour for to haue it made up myn owne werke / And I wyll that in no maner wyse he medle no more therwith / For suche thynge belongeth to me for to doo hit / and not to the holy ghoost.