Basically Aesops Fables for lovers, this series of short medieval tales tell of love, lust and cuckoldry and delve into the frivolous and fantastic all of which still have an appeal today.
Sowing the seeds of love
If you are a lusty young Italian with the body of Adonis and the face of Paris, then what could be better than banging an equally lusty young nun? Why, banging nine nuns and the Abbess of course! Via his friend Nuto, the strapping young Masetto becomes aware of an “opening” at the local nun house, but in the end encounters several. In Lady Chatterly style the nuns are in need of handy man to deal with all those irksome outdoor chores. Pretending to be both deaf and mute Masetto is awarded the post of gardener. Within a short time Masetto finds himself merrily ploughing many furrows in alfresco scenarios but not a lot of gardening is getting done. A clear indication that in medieval Florence, the saying “get ye to a nunnery” (admittedly Shakespeare was but a starry twinkle when this was written so forgive the artistic license with time scales) was the modern day equivalent of instructing someone to participate in an 18-30s holiday in Ibiza.
Love wanders in the night
Love does indeed wander in the night but its not the wandering that's the worrying part, it's what it chooses to do to your wife and daughter once it is lying down again that should be keeping you gentlemen up at night. Pinnucio and Adriano make a pit stop for seduction at an honest inn keeps house with a mind to making a bit of merry with his lovely young daughter (young enough to make it statutory rape but this seems to be of never no mind to Boccaccio and his fellow medievalers). Three beds and six people in one tiny room and make for some Benny Hill style late-night bed swapping shenanigans and a puzzled inn keep.
Animal Passions
Upon marrying a man whose carnal interests lie in other directions, a young wife sets out to find alternative diversions... only to find she's not the only lady in the village engaged in extra curricular activity. When discovered by her husband she defends herself by uttering the immortal statement "i'd rather get laid than have lots of nice shoes and clothes". Whoa hold on a minute there love... what sort of shoes are we talking about? If there's the chance of a Manolo Blahnik then you might want to recant that statement. Perhaps some sort of middle ground? Sex while wearing designer shoes. You know it makes sense. Boccaccio sums up this rather random tale of vice and shoes by saying that So my advice to you, dear ladies, is this, that you should always give back as much as you receive (sound messy); and if you can't do it at once, bear it in mind till you can, so that what you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts . I am pretty sure this sounded better in Italian.
All cats are grey in the dark
There once was a love lorn groom who fell into fits of passion over Theodelinda, the beautiful and intelligent Queen of Lombardy. Being but a humble groom posed something of a problem as it was very unlikely that the Queen would ever reciprocate his passions. So, feeling that he had very little option the groom did what he thought was best - he disguised himself as the king, gained admittance to her chambers and then raped her. The king realised that something was amiss but in order to preserver his honour (no one likes to wear a cuckolds horns) he doesn't make a fuss. And that is the nature of true love in Lombardy.
To Catch a Nightingale
For any of you out there who are a bit slow on the uptake, I'll clarify this immediately; nightingale in this case is slang for cock. Unusual and poetic slang at that and obviously puts you in mind of comedy singing members but remember, this is medieval love and it's not supposed to be funny so wipe those smirks off your faces immediately! Ricciardo and Caterina are trying to catch the nightingale. Caterina wants to hold it in her hand and Ricciardo is all too eager for it to be caged. Caterina awaits her love on the balcony (remind you of some other famous Italian lovers?) After repeated cagings and escapings, the sated pair fall asleep and in the morning are awoken by Caterina's parents who see her lying there holding the nightingale in her hand, begging one to question the value of one in the hand versus two in the bush at this inconvenient juncture.
Oh to be a Virgin
Truly, I think that no amount of wishing will do anything for me at this stage, but I digress. Oh to be a Virgin is an intercontinental sexathon for the medieval period (like inter-railing for the upper classes). Lovely virginal Ataliel is destined to make a good marriage and duly sets off from Alexandria to the Algarve with high hopes and hymen. Unfortunately the weather has other ideas and soon she's shipwrecked on the island of Majorca. A couple of bottles of Majorcan plonk later and Pericone, one of the local nobility is liberating Ataliel of her virgin state. He's the first but he is by no means the last. Stolen away from Pericone by his duplicitous brother Marato, Ataliel is soon rocking the boat with her latest captor (all this is described in a series of terrible puns). Unfortunately Ataliel is so beautiful that she's captured again and again and again by sailors on route to Corinth, princes and Dukes in Corinth and many others all of whom take more than a few liberties and by the end of the story, Ataliel has spent so much time hiding the sausage she must by now look like a hot-dog bun.
Thorns of Desire
Another take on Romeo and Juliet /or Heloise and Abelard/ Troilus and Cresyde/ Mariotta and Gianozza, where Guiscardo and Ghismondo enjoy a lovely time engaging in sexual gymnastics, as well as some actual gymnastics inappropriate to the gulf between their respective social and financial classes. All is well until Daddy finds out and promptly has Guiscardo dispatched. Cue one timely suicide and a duplex coffin to accommodate the star-crossed lovers.
Head in the Herbs
Young Lorenzo and Lisabetta are enjoying a bit of personal time together and this comes to the attention of her three brothers. Obviously since they're not married, bumping uglies is considered as sinful as murder or high treason because it's a slight on their honour. How very dare they! The three brothers lure frisky Lorenzo away from the house, kill him quick smart and stuff him into a shallow grave. Job done. Ghostly Lorenzo visits Lisabetta and grasses on the brothers Grim. Rather inexplicably, instead of exposing her brothers as murderous bastards, she digs up Lorenzo and cuts off his head and puts it into a pot and covers it with growing basil like a gruesome Chia Pet. Thus bringing a whole new meaning to the term "pot head".
The Eaten Heart
The eponymous and briefest tale from this collection. Two knights joust for the love of a queen. Insert lance/cock analogy here. In the blue corner is knight number one, a king and the husband of the queen. In the yellow corner is knight number two, the lover of said queen and the kings best friend. The cuckolded king shish-kebabs his best friend and takes the heart of defeated the knight, minces it, adds a pinch of garlic, some salt and a few herbs and serves it a la carte for the queen to unknowingly enjoy. The moral of this story is clearly that mince is not real food and if you can't tell what it once was, then you probably shouldn't be putting it in your mouth.
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