Envy is a wind which blows with such violence, that it throws down the props of the reputation of good men, and levels with the ground the crops of good fortune. But, very often, as a punishment from Heaven, when this envious blast seems as if it would cast a person flat on the ground, it aids him instead of attain the happiness he is expecting sooner even than he expected: as you will hear in the story which I shall now tell you.
THERE was once upon a time a good sort of man named Cola Aniello, who had three daughters, Rose, Pink, and Violet, the last of whom was so beautiful that her very look was a syrup of love, which cured the hearts of beholders of all unhappiness. The King's son was burning with love of her, and every time he passed by the little cottage where these three sisters sat at work, he took off his cap and said, "Good-day, good-day, Violet," and she replied, "Good-day, King's son! I know more than you." At these words her sisters grumbled and murmured, saying, "You are an ill-bred creature and will make the Prince in a fine rage." But as Violet paid no heed to what they said, they made a spiteful complaint of her to her father, telling him that she was too bold and forward; and that she answered the Prince without any respect, as if she were just as good as he; and that, some day or other, she would get into trouble and suffer the just punishment of her offence. So Cola Aniello, who was a prudent man, in order to prevent any mischief, sent Violet to stay with an aunt, to be set to work.
Now the Prince, when he passed by the
house as usual, no longer seeing the object of his love, was for some
days like a nightingale that has lost her young ones from her nest,
and goes from branch to branch wailing and lamenting her loss; but
he put his ear so often to the chink that at last he discovered where
Violet lived. Then he went to the aunt, and said to her, "Madam,
you know who I am, and what power I have; so, between ourselves, do
me a favour and then ask for whatever you wish." "If I can
do anything to serve you," replied the old woman, "I am
entirely at your command." "I ask nothing of you,"
said the Prince, "but to let me give Violet a kiss." "If
that's all," answered the old woman, "go and hide
As soon as the Prince heard this, he stole into the room without loss of time; and the old woman, pretending that she wanted to cut a piece of cloth, said to her niece, "Violet, if you love me, go down and fetch me the yard-measure." So Violet went, as her aunt bade her, but when she came to the room she perceived the ambush, and, taking the yard-measure, she slipped out of the room as nimbly as a cat, leaving the Prince with his nose made long out of pure shame and bursting with vexation.
When the old woman saw Violet come running
so fast, she suspected that the trick had not succeeded; so presently
after, she said to the girl, "Go downstairs, niece, and fetch
me the ball of thread that is on the top shelf in the cupboard."
So Violet ran, and taking the thread slipped like an eel out of the
hands of the Prince. But after a little while the old woman said again,
"Violet, my dear, if you do not go downstairs and fetch me the
scissors, I cannot get on at all." Then Violet went down again,
but she sprang as vigorously as a dog out of the trap, and when she
came upstairs she took the scissors and cut off one of her aunt's
ears, saying, "Take that, madam, as a reward for your pains--every
deed deserves its need. If I don't cut off your nose, it is only that
you may smell the bad odour of your reputation." So saying, she
went her way home with a hop, skip, and jump, leaving her aunt eased
of one ear and
Not long afterwards, the Prince again
passed by the house of Violet's father; and, seeing her at the window
where she used to stand, he began his old tune, "Good-day, good-day,
Violet!" Whereupon she answered as quickly as a good parish-clerk,
"Good-day, King's son! I know more than you." But Violet's
sisters could no longer bear this behaviour, and they plotted together
how to get rid of her. Now, one of the windows looked into the garden
of an ogre, so they proposed to drive the poor girl
Violet could not endure to see her sisters grieving thus, and instantly offered to go down; so, tying a cord to her, they lowered her into the garden. But no sooner did she reach the ground than they let go the rope. It happened that just at that time the ogre came out to look at his garden, and having caught cold from the dampness of the ground, he gave such a tremendous sneeze, with such a noise and explosion, that Violet screamed out with terror, "Oh, mother, help me!" Thereupon the ogre looked round and seeing the beautiful maiden behind him, he received her with the greatest care and affection; and treating her as his own daughter, he gave her in charge of three fairies, bidding them take care of her, and rear her up on cherries.
The Prince no longer seeing Violet, and
hearing no news of her, good or bad, fell into such grief that his
eyes became swollen, his face became pale as ashes, his lips livid;
and he neither ate a morsel to get flesh on his body, nor slept a
wink to get any rest to his mind. But trying all possible means and
offering large rewards, he went about spying and inquiring everywhere
until, at last, he discovered where Violet was. Then he sent for the
ogre and told him that, finding himself ill (as he might see was the
case) he begged of him permission to spend a single day and night
As soon as it was day, the Prince, passing
by that house, and seeing
The instant Violet felt this shot she guessed at once that the Prince had been the cause of her annoyance in the past night; so off she ran and told it to the fairies. "If it be he," said the fairies, "we will soon give him tit for tat and as good in return. If this dog has bitten you, we will manage to get a hair from him. He has give you one, we will give him back one and a half. Only get the ogre to make you a pair of slippers covered with little bells, and leave the rest to us. We will pay him in good coin."
Violet, who was eager to be revenged,
instantly got the ogre to make the slippers for her; and, waiting
till the Sky, like a Genoese woman, had wrapped the black taffety
round her face, they went, all four together, to the house of the
Prince, where the fairies and Violet hid themselves in the chamber.
And as soon as ever the Prince had closed his eyes the fairies made
a great noise and racket, and Violet began to stamp with her feet
at such a rate that, what with the clatter of her heels and the jingling
of her bells, the Prince awoke in great terror and cried out, "Oh,
The next morning the Prince went to take a walk in the garden, for he could not live a moment without the sight of Violet, who was a pink of pinks. And seeing her standing at the door, he said, "Good-day, good-day, Violet!" And Violet answered, "Good-day, King's son! I know more than you!" Then the Prince said, "Oh, father, father, what a quantity of fleas!" But Violet replied, "Oh, mother, mother, help me!"
When the Prince heard this, he said to Violet, "You have won--your wits are better than mine. I yield--you have conquered. And now that I see you really know more than I do, I will marry you without more ado." So he called the ogre and asked her of him for his wife; but the ogre said it was not his affair, for he had learned that very morning that Violet was the daughter of Cola Aniello. So the Prince ordered her father to be called and told him of the good fortune that was in store for his daughter; whereupon the marriage feast was celebrated with great joy, and the truth of the saying was seen that--
"A fair maiden soon gets wed."
The next story in Il Pentamerone is Pippo.
These tales came from:
Basile, Giambattista. Stories from the Pentamerone. E. F. Strange, editor. Warwick Goble, illustrator. London: Macmillan & Co., 1911. The text of this book is based on John Edward Taylor's translation from 1847.