Decameron Eighth Day, Second Story Summary

Monna Belcolore

Intro

  • Storyteller: Panfilo
  • Panfilo wants to get back at priests with his story because there's really no other way to retaliate against them.
  • His message: Don't believe everything a priest tells you.

Story

  • This particular priest is a bit...unpriestly. He "serves" ladies and has little book learning.
  • And he has a thing for a village woman named Monna Belcolore (or "Mistress FineColors"), who is, do we even have to say it, a married woman.
  • He learns that Belcolore's husband will be out of town for a bit and thinks he should seize the opportunity to get what he wants.
  • Belcolore thinks he's nuts: priests don't do that!
  • The priest assures him that they do, and really well, too. But Belcolore isn't sure. She wants something in return.
  • She needs five pounds to get her best clothes out of the pawn shop. Otherwise, she has nothing to wear to church.
  • Okay, says the priest, but he doesn't have a fiver on him at the mo. He's good for it, though.
  • Belcolore's heard that one before. She wants some collateral.
  • The priest offers his cloak, and promises that he'll send her the money right away.
  • So the priest has his way with Belcolore in the barn and he leaves the cloak with her.
  • But regret sets in. He doesn't have five pounds. And he really did like that cloak.
  • He works out a good scheme to get his cloak back. Part 1: send a child to Belcolore to borrow her mortar and pestle.
  • Part 2: send child back with mortar and pestle when the husband is there and have him demand the cloak back as though it had been collateral for the kitchen equipment.
  • Belcolore has to play along. Score one for the priest.
  • Belcolore sends a message to him: no more grinding in my mortar with your pestle. Ouch.
  • The priest thinks this is pretty funny and brings Belcolore around by threatening hellfire.
  • He also appeases her by "putting a new skin on her tambourine" and attaching a new little bell to it. Double entendre? We like to think so.