LV Here is told a tale of a man of the court whose name was Marco
Edward Storer translation
Marco, he said, you are the wisest man in all Italy, and you are poor, and disdain to petition for gifts: why did you not take forethought so as to be rich and not have to beg?
Notes in this chapter
Note 1 · See Novella XLIV. ↑Note 2 · No doubt this is thirteenth century wit, though to us neither of the two minstrels seems to have had a particularly sharp tongue. In originaNote 3 · And Marco turned round and then said: no one sees us, and no one hears us. And how did you manage? And Sharp-Tongue replied: I have indeed bNote 4 · A man from the Marches1 went to study in Bologna. His means ran short. He wept. Another saw him, and learnt why he was weeping. He said to h