pleasure insipid, and life sour."

These and many other exclamations that would move the very
stones in the streets, were uttered by the Prince; and after repeating
them again and again, and wailing bitterly, full of sorrow and woe,
never shutting an eye to sleep, nor opening his mouth to eat, he
gave such way to grief, that his face, which was before of oriental
vermilion, became of gold paint, and the ham of his lips became
rusty bacon.

The fairy, who had sprouted up again from the remains that were
put in the pot, seeing the misery and tribulation of her poor lover,
and how he was turned in a second to the colour of a sick
Spaniard, of a venomous lizard, of the sap of a leaf, of a jaundiced
person, of a dried pear, was moved with compassion; and
springing out of the pot, like the light of a candle shooting out of a
dark lantern, she stood before Cola Marchione, and embracing him
in her arms she said, "Take heart, take heart, my Prince! have done
now with this lamenting, wipe your eyes, quiet your anger, smooth
your face. Behold me alive and handsome, in spite of those wicked
women, who split my head and so ill-treated me."

The Prince, seeing this when he least expected it, arose again from
death to life, and the colour returned to his cheeks, warmth to his
blood, breath to his breast. After giving her a thousand caresses
and embraces, he desired to know the whole affair from head to
foot; and when he found that the chamberlain was not to blame, he
ordered him to be called, and giving a great banquet, he, with the
full consent of his father, married the fairy. And he invited all the
great people of the kingdom, but, above all others, he would have