wild and furious manner to and fro the piazza, and snorting and bellowing and gibbering like one demented, insomuch that, as soon as the Master was ware of him, each several hair on his head stood on end, and he fell a trembling in every limb, being in sooth more timid than a woman, and wished himself safe at home:  but as there he was, he strove might and main to keep his spirits up, so overmastering was his desire to see the marvels of which Bruno and Buffalmacco had told him.  However, after a while Buffalmacco allowed his fury to abate, and came quietly up to the tomb on which the Master was, and stood still.  The Master, still all of a tremble with fear, could not at first make up his mind, whether to get on the beast’s back, or no; but at length, doubting it might be the worse for him if he did not mount the beast, he overcame the one dread by the aid of the other, got down from the tomb, saying under his breath:—­“God help me!” and seated himself very comfortably on the beast’s back; and then, still quaking in every limb, he folded his arms as he had been bidden.

Buffalmacco now started, going on all-fours, at a very slow pace, in the direction of Santa Maria della Scala, and so brought the Master within a short distance of the Convent of the Ladies of Ripoli.  Now, in that quarter there were divers trenches, into which the husbandmen of those parts were wont to discharge the Countess of Civillari, that she might afterwards serve them to manure their land.  Of one of which trenches, as he came by, Buffalmacco skirted the edge, and seizing his opportunity, raised a hand, and caught the doctor by one of his feet, and threw him off his back and headforemost right into the trench, and then, making a terrific noise and frantic gestures as before, went bounding off by Santa Maria della Scala towards the field of Ognissanti, where he found Bruno, who had betaken him thither that he might laugh at his ease; and there the two men in high glee took their stand to observe from a distance how the bemired doctor would behave.  Finding himself in so loathsome a place, the Master struggled might and main to raise himself and get out; and though again and again he slipped back, and swallowed some drams of the ordure, yet, bemired from head to foot, woebegone and crestfallen, he did at last get out, leaving his hood behind him.  Then, removing as much of the filth as he might with his hands, knowing not what else to do, he got him home, where, by dint of much knocking, he at last gained admittance; and scarce was the door closed behind the malodorous Master, when Bruno and Buffalmacco were at it, all agog to hear after what manner he would be received by his wife.  They were rewarded by hearing her give him the soundest rating that ever bad husband got.  “Ah!” quoth she, “fine doings, these!  Thou hast been with some other woman, and wast minded to make a brave shew in thy scarlet gown.  So I was not enough for thee! not enough for thee forsooth, I that might content a crowd!  Would they had choked thee with the filth in which they have soused thee; ’twas thy fit resting-place.  Now, to think that a physician of repute, and a married man, should go by night after strange women!” Thus, and with much more to the like effect, while the doctor was busy washing himself, she ceased not to torment him until midnight.