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100 grumbled,—"A pretty thing truly! as my grandfather used to say, prithee are we living under the Turks? have I indeed to comb and wait upon dogs?" And so saying, she flung the dog out of the window, which was a very different thing to leaping through the hoop.

Some months after this the king asked for the dogs; whereat Renzolla, losing heart, ran off again to the fairy; and at the gate stood an old man who was the porter: "Who are you," said he, "and whom do you want?" Renzolla, hearing herself accosted in this offhand way, replied, "Don't you know me, you goat-beard?"

"Are you handing me the knife?" said the old man: "this is the thief following the bailiff: keep off, said the tinker, you're dirtying me! throw yourself forward, or you'll fall on your back. I a goat-beard indeed! you're a goat-beard and a half, for you merit this and worse for your presumption. Wait awhile, you impudent slut; I'll presently enlighten you, and you will see to what your airs and your impudence have brought you."

So saying, he ran into a little room, and taking a looking-glass set it before Renzolla, who, when she saw her ugly, hairy visage, had like to have died of terror. Rinaldo's horror when he saw himself in the enchanted