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Whenever thou goest about to give me to eat as thou didst, I will give thee in return to drink after t'other day's fashion. Biondello, knowing full well that it was easier to wish Ciacco ill than to put it in practise, besought God of his peace and thenceforth was careful to affront him no more."
Biondello, seeing him, saluted him and asked him, laughing, how he had found Messer Corso's lampreys; to which Ciacco answered, 'That shalt thou know much better than I, ere eight days be past.
There was likewise at Florence, in those days, a man called Biondello, a little dapper fellow of his person, very quaint of his dress and sprucer than a fly, with his coif on his head and his yellow periwig still drest to a nicety, without a hair awry, who plied the same trade as Ciacco.
'Why dost thou ask me? 'Because, replied Ciacco, 'I must tell thee that Messer Filippo enquireth for thee; I know not what he would have. 'Good, rejoined Biondello; 'I am going that way and will speak with him. Accordingly, he made off, and Ciacco followed him, to see how the thing should pass.
When, after many days, the bruises being gone, he began to go abroad again, it chanced that Ciacco encountered him and asked him, laughing, 'Harkye, Biondello, how deemest thou of Messer Filippo's wine? 'Even as thou of Messer Corso's lampreys, replied the other; and Ciacco said, 'The thing resteth with thee henceforth.
Ciacco, well pleased, paid him and rested not till he found Biondello, to whom quoth he, 'Hast thou been late at the Cavicciuoli Gallery? 'Nay, answered the other.
Going one morning in Lent whereas they sell the fish and cheapening two very fine lampreys for Messer Vieri de' Cerchj, he was seen by Ciacco, who accosted him and said, 'What meaneth this? Whereto Biondello made answer, 'Yestereve there were sent unto Messer Corso Donati three lampreys, much finer than these, and a sturgeon; to which sufficing him not for a dinner he is minded to give certain gentlemen, he would have me buy these other two.
I must tell you, then, that there was once in Florence a man whom all called Ciacco, as great a glutton as ever lived.
God land thee and him an ill year! Then, starting to his feet, he put out his hand to lay hold of the huckster; but the latter, who was on his guard, promptly took to his heels and returning by another way to Ciacco, who had seen all that had passed, told him what Messer Filippo had said to him.
Wilt thou not come thither, thou? Quoth Ciacco, 'Thou knowest well that I shall be there.
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