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### Hans Sachs (1494-1576)

## The Smith in the Kneading Tub

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In Dettelbach there was a smith, a simple man;   
 He had a beautiful wife, whom the chaplain wooed.   
 Now the smith was at home night and day,   
 So that the priest couldn't pay his visit;   
 Therefore he devised a strange adventure.   
 Sunday morning, when the sermon was over,   
 He said: "Dear children, hearken!   
 A great cloudburst will come down   
 Today between day and night.   
 Flee to the mountain or wherever you can escape."   
 The smith's house was at the brook;   
 How quickly he thought of a plan   
 And up under his roof   
 He hung his kneading tub on four strong ropes   
 And secretly lay down in it   
 So that as soon as the water came,   
 He would only have to cut it down   
 And neat as you please   
 Fall down in his kneading tub   
 And float on the water.   
   
   
   
 At night the smith's wife thought the smith was out   
 And secretly sent her maid to the chaplain,   
 Who slipped into her chamber secretly.   
 The smith's wife had also had amorous doings with the smith's apprentice,   
 Who thought he was the only candidate   
 And thought the smith had left the house.   
 As soon as the smith's wife had lain down,   
 The apprentice came knocking on her chamber door   
 And aroused her with his begging.   
 She said: "Just go away from me, you fool,   
 For today we must die."   
 He said: "But kiss me before we die."   
 The chamber had a little window,   
 The priest jumped up and held his rump out for him;   
 The smith's apprentice kissed him on the hole;   
 There was a villainous stink.   
 The smith's apprentice was very grieved   
 But thought   
 It came from the priest   
 And devised a trick against him.   
   
   
 He went to the forge and made an iron rod hot,   
 Went with it to the window and opened it   
 And said: "Kiss me one last time, don't heed the envious!"   
 The priest stuck his arse out and let a wind at the apprentice.   
 He thrust the redhot iron in his rump.   
 The priest cried: "Water ho, water, oh water!"   
 The good smith heard the cry   
 At ease in the kneading tub under the roof;   
 He jumped up and cut the rope   
 And fell down as if thunder had hit the house.   
 The priest crept naked out the back door   
 And thought he heard a thunderclap.   
 The smith lay below in the house   
 And had broken all the ribs in his body.   
 The smith was far too gullible   
 And had to bear thg brunt.   
 The priest was all too crafty   
 And was paid   
 In his own currency forsooth   
 And could not complain to anyone.   
   
 *The year of our Lord 1537, on the 20th day of January*.

  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   






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From Larry D. Benson and Theodore M. Andersson,*The Literary Context of Chaucer's Fabliaux.*

New York and Indianapolis, 1971, pp. 61-63.