The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio (best classic books of all time txt) 📕

and that I might be able to succour Christ’s poor, I have done my little traffickings, and in these I have desired to gain; but still with God’s poor have I shared that which I gained, converting my own half to my occasion and giving them the other, and in this so well hath my Creator prospered me that my affairs have still gone from good to better.’

‘Well hast thou done,’ said the friar; ‘but hast thou often been angered?’ ‘Oh,’ cried Master Ciappelletto, ‘that I must tell you I have very often been! And who could keep himself therefrom, seeing men do unseemly things all day long, keeping not the commandments of God neither fearing His judgment? Many times a day I had liefer been dead than alive, seeing young men follow after vanities and hearing them curse and forswear themselves, haunting the taverns, visiting not the churches and ensuing rather the ways of the world than that of God.’ ‘My son,’ said the friar, ‘this is a righteous anger, nor for my part might I enjoin thee any penance therefor. But hath anger at any time availed to move thee to do any manslaughter or to bespeak anyone unseemly or do any other unright?’ ‘Alack, sir,’ answered the sick man, ‘you, who seem to me a man of God, how can you say such words? Had I ever had the least thought of doing any one of the things whereof you speak, think you I believe that God would so long have forborne me? These be the doings of outlaws and men of nought, whereof I never saw any but I said still, “Go, may God amend thee!” ’

Then said the friar, ‘Now tell me, my son (blessed be thou of God), hast thou never borne false witness against any or missaid of another, or taken others’ good, without leave of him to whom it pertained?’ ‘Ay, indeed, sir,’ replied Master Ciappelletto; ‘I have missaid of others; for that I had a neighbour aforetime, who, with the greatest unright in the world, did nought but beat his wife, insomuch that I once spoke ill of him to her kinsfolk, so great was the compassion that overcame me for the poor woman, whom he used as God alone can tell, whenassoever he had drunken overmuch.’ Quoth the friar, ‘Thou tellest me thou hast been a merchant. Hast thou never cheated anyone, as merchants do whiles!’ ‘I’ faith, yes, sir,’ answered Master Ciappelletto; ‘but I know not whom, except it were a certain man, who once brought me monies which he owed me for cloth I had sold him and which I threw into a chest, without counting. A good month after, I found that they were four farthings more than they should have been; wherefore, not seeing him again and having kept them by me a full year, that I might restore them to him, I gave them away in alms.’ Quoth the friar, ‘This was a small matter, and thou didst well to deal with it as thou didst.’

Then he questioned him of many other things, of all which he answered after the same fashion, and the holy father offering to proceed to absolution, Master Ciappelletto said, ‘Sir, I have yet sundry sins that I have not told you.’ The friar asked him what they were, and he answered, ‘I mind me that one Saturday, after none, I caused my servant sweep out the house and had not that reverence for the Lord’s holy day which it behoved me have.’ ‘Oh,’ said the friar, ‘that is a light matter, my son.’ ‘Nay,’ rejoined Master Ciappelletto, ‘call it not a light matter, for that the Lord’s Day is greatly to be honoured, seeing that on such a day our Lord rose from the dead.’ Then said the friar, ‘Well, hast thou done aught else?’ ‘Ay, sir,’ answered Master Ciappelletto; ‘once, unthinking what I did, I spat in the church of God.’ Thereupon the friar fell a-smiling, and said, ‘My son, that is no thing to be recked of; we who are of the clergy, we spit there all day long.’ ‘And you do very ill,’ rejoined Master Ciappelletto; ‘for that there is nought which it so straitly behoveth to keep clean as the holy temple wherein is rendered sacrifice to God.’

Brief, he told him great plenty of suchlike things and presently fell a-sighing and after weeping sore, as he knew full well to do, whenas he would. Quoth the holy friar, ‘What aileth thee, my son?’ ‘Alas, sir,’ replied Master Ciappelletto, ‘I have one sin left, whereof I never yet confessed me, such shame have I to tell it; and every time I call it to mind, I weep, even as you see, and meseemeth very certain that God will never pardon it me.’ ‘Go to, son,’ rejoined the friar; ‘what is this thou sayest? If all the sins that were ever wrought or are yet to be wrought of all mankind, what while the world endureth, were all in one man and he repented him thereof and were contrite therefor, as I see thee, such is the mercy and loving-kindness of God that, upon confession, He would freely pardon them to him. Wherefore do thou tell it in all assurance.’ Quoth Master Ciappelletto, still weeping sore, ‘Alack, father mine, mine is too great a sin, and I can scarce believe that it will ever be forgiven me of God, except your prayers strive for me.’ Then said the friar, ‘Tell it me in all assurance, for I promise thee to pray God for thee.’

Master Ciappelletto, however, still wept and said nought; but, after he had thus held the friar a great while in suspense, he heaved a deep sigh and said, ‘Father mine, since you promise me to pray God for me, I will e’en tell it you. Know, then, that, when I was little, I once cursed my mother.’ So saying, he fell again to weeping sore. ‘O