this done, would meet me and demand half my earnings; and with restless piercing eye ask me would I be so base as cheat my poor master by making three parts in lieu of two, till I threatened to lend him a cuff to boot in requital of his suspicion; and thenceforth took his due, with feigned confidence in my good faith, the which his dancing eye belied.Early in Germany we had a quarrel.I had seen him buy a skull of a jailer's wife, and mighty zealous a polishing it.Thought I, 'How can he carry yon memento, and not repent, seeing where ends his way?' Presently I did catch him selling it to a woman for the head of St.Barnabas, with a tale had cozened an Ebrew.So I snatched it out of their hands, and trundled it into the ditch.'How, thou impious knave,' said I, 'wouldst sell for a saint the skull of some dead thief, thy brother?' He slunk away.But shallow she did crawl after the skull, and with apron reverently dust it for Barnabas, and it Barabbas; and so home with it.Said I, 'Non vult anser velli, sed populus vult decipi.'"Catherine."Oh, the goodly Latin!"
Eli."What meaneth it?"
Catherine."Nay, I know not; but 'tis Latin; is not that enow? He was the flower of the flock.""Then I to him, 'Take now thy psaltery, and part we here, for art a walking prison, a walking hell.' But lo! my master fell on his knees, and begged me for pity's sake not turn him off.'What would become of him? He did so love honesty.' 'Thou love honesty?' said I.'Ay,' said he, 'not to enact it; the saints forbid.But to look on.'Tis so fair a thing to look on.Alas, good Bon Bec,' said he;'hadst starved peradventure but for me.Kick not down thy ladder!
Call ye that just? Nay, calm thy choler! Have pity on me! I must have a pal; and how could I bear one like myself after one so simple as thou? He might cut my throat for the money that is hid in my belt.'Tis not much; 'tis not much.With thee I walk at mine ease; with a sharp I dare not go before in a narrow way.Alas!
forgive me.Now I know where in thy bonnet lurks the bee, I will ware his sting; I will but pluck the secular goose.'So be it,'
said I.'And example was contagious: he should be a true man by then we reached Nurnberg.'Twas a long way to Nurnberg.' Seeing him so humble, I said, 'well, doff rags, and make thyself decent;'twill help me forget what thou art.' And he did so; and we sat down to our nonemete.Presently came by a reverend palmer with hat stuck round with cockle shells from Holy Land, and great rosary of beads like eggs of teal, and sandals for shoes.And he leaned a-weary on his long staff, and offered us a shell apiece.My master would none.But I, to set him a better example, took one, and for it gave the poor pilgrim two batzen, and had his blessing.
And he was scarce gone, when we heard savage cries, and came a sorry sight, one leading a wild woman in a chain, all rags and howling like a wolf.And when they came nigh us, she fell to tearing her rags to threads.The man sought an alms of us, and told us his hard case.'Twas his wife stark raving mad; and he could not work in the fields, and leave her in his house to fire it, nor cure her could be without the Saintys' help, and had vowed six pounds of wax to St.Anthony to heal her, and so was fain beg of charitable folk for the money.And now she espied us, and flew at me with her long nails, and I was cold with fear, so devilish showed, her face and rolling eyes and nails like birdys talons.
But he with the chain checked her sudden, and with his whip did cruelly lash her for it, that I cried, 'Forbear! forbear! She knoweth not what she doth;' and gave him a batz.And being gone, said I, 'Master, of those twain I know not which is the more pitiable.' And he laughed in my face, 'Behold thy justice, Bon Bec,' said he.'Thou railest on thy poor, good, within an ace of honest master, and bestowest alms on a "vopper."' 'Vopper,' said I, 'what is a vopper?' 'why, a trull that feigns madness.That was one of us, that sham maniac, and wow but she did it clumsily.Iblushed for her and thee.Also gavest two batzen for a shell from Holy Land, that came no farther than Normandy.I have culled them myself on that coast by scores, and sold them to pilgrims true and pilgrims false, to gull flats like thee withal.' 'What!' said I;'that reverend man?' 'One of us!' cried Cul de Jatte; 'one of us!
In France we call them "Coquillarts," but here "Calmierers."Railest on me for selling a false relic now and then, and wastest thy earnings on such as sell nought else.I tell thee, Bon Bec,'
said he, 'there is not one true relic on earth's face.The Saints died a thousand years agone, and their bones mixed with the dust;but the trade in relics, it is of yesterday; and there are forty thousand tramps in Europe live by it; selling relics of forty or fifty bodies; oh, threadbare lie! And of the true Cross enow to build Cologne Minster.Why, then, may not poor Cul de Jatte turn his penny with the crowd? Art but a scurvy tyrannical servant to let thy poor master from his share of the swag with your whoreson pilgrims, palmers and friars, black, grey, and crutched; for all these are of our brotherhood, and of our art, only masters they, and we but poor apprentices, in guild.' For his tongue was an ell and a half.
"'A truce to thy irreverend sophistries,' said I, 'and say what company is this a coming.' 'Bohemians,' cried he, 'Ay, ay, this shall be the rest of the band.' With that came along so motley a crew as never your eyes beheld, dear Margaret.Marched at their head one with a banner on a steel-pointed lance, and girded with a great long sword, and in velvet doublet and leathern jerkin, the which stuffs ne'er saw I wedded afore on mortal flesh, and a gay feather in his lordly cap, and a couple of dead fowls at his back, the which, an the spark had come by honestly, I am much mistook.