sins of Turk and Greek.  People talk of the seven deadly sins; but I have seventy-seven that never quit me, summer or winter; by which you may judge of the amount of my venial ones.  I am a gambler, a cheat, a ruffian, a highwayman, a pick-pocket, a glutton (at beef or blows); have no shame whatever; love to let every body know what I can do; lie, besides, about what I can’t do; have a particular attachment to sacrilege; swallow perjuries like figs; never give a farthing to any body, but beg of every body, and abuse them into the bargain; look upon not spilling a drop of liquor as the chief of all the cardinal virtues; but must own I am not much given to assassination, murder being inconvenient; and one thing I am bound to acknowledge, which is, that I never betrayed a messmate.”

“That’s as well,” observed Morgante; “because you see, as you don’t believe in any thing else, I’d have you believe in this bell-clapper of mine.  So now, as you have been candid with me, and I am well instructed in your ways, we’ll pursue our journey together.”

The best of giants, in those days, were not scrupulous in their modes of living; so that one of the best and one of the worst got on pretty well together, emptying the larders on the road, and paying nothing but douses on the chops.  When they could find no inn, they hunted elephants and crocodiles.  Morgante, who was the braver of the two, delighted to banter, and sometimes to cheat, Margutte; and he ate up all the fare; which made the other, notwithstanding the credit he gave himself for readiness of wit and tongue, cut a very sorry figure, and seriously remonstrate:  “I reverence you,” said Margutte, “in other matters; but in eating, you really don’t behave well.  He who deprives me of my share at meals is no friend; at every mouthful of which he robs me, I seem to lose an eye.  I’m for sharing every thing to a nicety, even if it be no better than a fig.”

“You are a fine fellow,” said Morgante; “you gain upon me very much.  You are ‘the master of those who know.’"[6]

So saying, he made him put some wood on the fire, and perform a hundred other offices to render every thing snug; and then he slept:  and next day he cheated his great scoundrelly companion at drink, as he had done the day before at meat; and the poor shabby devil complained; and Morgante laughed till he was ready to burst, and again and again always cheated him.

There was a levity, nevertheless, in Margutte, which restored his spirits on the slightest glimpse of good fortune; and if he realised a hearty meal, he became the happiest, beastliest, and most confident of giants.  The companions, in the course of their journey, delivered a damsel from the clutches of three other giants.  She was the daughter of a great lord; and when she got home, she did honour to Morgante as to an equal, and put Margutte into the kitchen, where he was in a state of bliss.  He did nothing but swill, stuff, surfeit, be sick, play at dice, cheat, filch, go to sleep, guzzle again, laugh, chatter, and tell a thousand lies.