Calandrino, anxious, though he could not in the least have said why, went on; and soon Buffalmacco, who was not far off, and had observed him part from Nello, made up to him, and greeted him, asking him if he was not in pain.  “I cannot say,” replied Calandrino; “’twas but now that Nello told me that I looked quite changed:  can it be that there is aught the matter with me?” “Aught?” quoth Buffalmacco, “ay, indeed, there might be a trifle the matter with thee.  Thou look’st to be half dead, man.”  Calandrino now began to think he must have a fever.  And then up came Bruno; and the first thing he said was:—­“Why, Calandrino, how ill thou look’st! thy appearance is that of a corpse.  How dost thou feel?” To be thus accosted by all three left no doubt in Calandrino’s mind that he was ill, and so:—­“What shall I do?” quoth he, in a great fright.  “My advice,” replied Bruno, “is that thou go home and get thee to bed and cover thee well up, and send thy water to Master Simone, who, as thou knowest, is such a friend of ours.  He will tell thee at once what thou must do; and we will come to see thee, and will do aught that may be needful.”  And Nello then joining them, they all three went home with Calandrino, who, now quite spent, went straight to his room, and said to his wife:—­“Come now, wrap me well up; I feel very ill.”  And so he laid himself on the bed, and sent a maid with his water to Master Simone, who had then his shop in the Mercato Vecchio, at the sign of the pumpkin.  Whereupon quoth Bruno to his comrades:—­“You will stay here with him, and I will go hear what the doctor has to say, and if need be, will bring him hither.”  “Prithee, do so, my friend,” quoth Calandrino, “and bring me word how it is with me, for I feel as how I cannot say in my inside.”  So Bruno hied him to Master Simone, and before the maid arrived with the water, told him what was afoot.  The Master, thus primed, inspected the water, and then said to the maid:—­“Go tell Calandrino to keep himself very warm, and I will come at once, and let him know what is the matter with him, and what he must do.”  With which message the maid was scarce returned, when the Master and Bruno arrived, and the Master, having seated himself beside Calandrino, felt his pulse, and by and by, in the presence of his wife, said:—­“Harkye, Calandrino, I speak to thee as a friend, and I tell thee that what is amiss with thee is just that thou art with child.”  Whereupon Calandrino cried out querulously:—­“Woe’s me!  ’Tis thy doing, Tessa, for that thou must needs be uppermost:  I told thee plainly what would come of it,” Whereat the lady, being not a little modest, coloured from brow to neck, and with downcast eyes, withdrew from the room, saying never a word by way of answer.  Calandrino ran on in the same plaintive strain:—­“Alas! woe’s me!  What shall I do?  How shall I be delivered of this child?  What passage can it find?  Ah!  I see only too plainly that the lasciviousness of this wife of mine has been the death of me:  God make her as wretched as I would fain be happy!  Were I as well as I am not, I would get me up and thrash her, till I left not a whole bone in her body, albeit it does but serve me right for letting her get the upper place; but if I do win through this, she shall never have it again; verily she might pine to death for it, but she should not have it.”