should not we save these three soldi?” Whereat Angiulieri waxed well-nigh desperate, more particularly that he marked that the bystanders were scanning him suspiciously, as if, so far from understanding that Fortarrigo had staked and lost his, Angiulieri’s money, they gave him credit for still being in funds:  so he cried out:—­“What have I to do with thy doublet?  ’Tis high time thou wast hanged by the neck, that, not content with robbing me and gambling away my money, thou must needs also keep me in parley here and make mock of me, when I would fain be gone.”  Fortarrigo, however, still persisted in making believe that Angiulieri did not mean this for him, and only said:—­“Nay, but why wilt not thou save me these three soldi?  Think’st thou I can be of no more use to thee?  Prithee, an thou lov’st me, do me this turn.  Wherefore in such a hurry?  We have time enough to get to Torrenieri this evening.  Come now, out with thy purse.  Thou knowest I might search Siena through, and not find a doublet that would suit me so well as this:  and for all I let him have it for thirty-eight soldi, ’tis worth forty or more; so thou wilt wrong me twice over.”  Vexed beyond measure that, after robbing him, Fortarrigo should now keep him clavering about the matter, Angiulieri made no answer, but turned his horse’s head, and took the road for Torrenieri.  But Fortarrigo with cunning malice trotted after him in his shirt, and ’twas still his doublet, his doublet, that he would have of him:  and when they had thus ridden two good miles, and Angiulieri was forcing the pace to get out of earshot of his pestering, Fortarrigo espied some husbandmen in a field beside the road a little ahead of Angiulieri, and fell a shouting to them amain:—­“Take thief! take thief!” Whereupon they came up with their spades and their mattocks, and barred Angiulieri’s way, supposing that he must have robbed the man that came shouting after him in his shirt, and stopped him and apprehended him; and little indeed did it avail him to tell them who he was, and how the matter stood.  For up came Fortarrigo with a wrathful air, and:—­“I know not,” quoth he, “why I spare to kill thee on the spot, traitor, thief that thou art, thus to despoil me and give me the slip!” And then, turning to the peasants:—­“You see, gentlemen,” quoth he, “in what a trim he left me in the inn, after gambling away all that he had with him and on him.  Well indeed may I say that under God ’tis to you I owe it that I have thus come by my own again:  for which cause I shall ever be beholden to you.”  Angiulieri also had his say; but his words passed unheeded.  Fortarrigo with the help of the peasants compelled him to dismount; and having stripped him, donned his clothes, mounted his horse, and leaving him barefoot and in his shirt, rode back to Siena, giving out on all hands that he had won the palfrey and the clothes from Angiulieri.  So Angiulieri, having thought to present himself to the cardinal in the March a wealthy man, returned to Buonconvento poor and in his shirt; and being ashamed for the time to shew himself in Siena, pledged the nag that Fortarrigo had ridden for a suit of clothes, and betook him to his kinsfolk at Corsignano, where he tarried, until he received a fresh supply of money from his father.  Thus, then, Fortarrigo’s guile disconcerted Angiulieri’s judicious purpose, albeit when time and occasion served, it was not left unrequited.