Oldal 177 [177]
OCR
MERED ORY: OF GOOCVERLCO cousins are nothing but rustics. My genius is stifling in this hole; I wish to roam the world and seek my fortune." “But, my son, have you never looked in the brook?” resumed the poor hen. "Dont you know that you lack an eye, a leg, and a wing? To make your fortune, you need the eyes of a fox, the legs of a spider, and the wings of a vulture. Once outside of these walls, you are lost." “My good mother,” replied Coquerico, “when a hen hatches a duck she is always frightened on seeing it run to the water. You know me no better. It is my nature to succeed by my wit and talent. I must have a public capable of appreciating the charms of my person; my place is not among inferior people." "My son,” said the hen, seeing all her counsels useless— my son, listen at least to your mother’s last words. If you go to Rome, take care to avoid St. Peter’s Church; the saint, it is said, dislikes cocks, especially when they crow. Shun, moreover, certain personages called cooks and scullions; you will know them by their paper caps, their tucked-up sleeves, and the great knives which they wear at their sides. They are licensed assassins, who track our steps without pity and cut our throats without giving us time to cry mercy. And now, my child,” she added, raising her claw, "receive my blessing. May St. James, the patron saint of pilgrims, protect thee!" Coquerico pretended not to see the tear that trembled in 139
