<h2><SPAN name="Blue_Beard" id="Blue_Beard"></SPAN><i>Blue Beard</i></h2>
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<h2>Blue Beard</h2>
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<p>here was a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal
of silver and gold plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded
all over with gold. But this man had the misfortune to have a blue
beard, which made him so frightfully ugly, that all the women and
girls ran away from him.</p>
<p>One of his neighbours, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were
perfect beauties. He desired of her one of them in marriage, leaving
to her the choice which of the two she would bestow upon him. They
would neither of them have him, and each made the other welcome of
him, being not able to bear the thought of marrying a man who had a
blue beard. And what besides gave them disgust and aversion, was his
having already been married to several wives, and nobody ever knew
what became of them.</p>
<p>Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with the lady their
mother, and three or four ladies of their acquaintance, with other
young people of the neighbourhood, to one of his country seats, where
they stayed a whole week. There was nothing then to be seen but
parties of pleasure, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth and feasting.
Nobody went to bed, but all passed the night in playing tricks upon
each other. In short, every thing succeeded so well, that the youngest
daughter began to think the master of the house not to have a beard so
very blue, and that he was a mighty civil<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></SPAN></span> gentleman. As soon as they
returned home, the marriage was concluded.</p>
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<p>About a month afterwards Blue Beard told his wife that he was obliged
to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of
very great consequence, desiring her to divert herself in his absence,
to send for her friends and acquaintances, to carry them into the
country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.</p>
<p>"Here," said he, "are the keys of the two great wardrobes, wherein I
have my best furniture; these are of my silver and gold plate, which
is not every day in use; these open my strong boxes, which hold my
money, both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels; and this is
the master-key to all my apartments. But for this little one here, it
is the key of the closet at the end of the great gallery on the ground
floor. Open them all; go into all and every one of them; except that
little closet which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a manner that,
if you happen to open it, there will be no bounds to my just anger and
resentment."</p>
<p>She promised to observe, very exactly, whatever he had ordered; when
he, after having embraced her, got into his coach and proceeded on his
journey.</p>
<p>Her neighbours and good friends did not stay to be sent for by the
newmarried lady, so great was their impatience to see all the rich
furniture of her house, not daring to come while her husband was
there, because of his blue beard which frightened them. They ran thro'
all the rooms, closets, and <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></SPAN></span>wardrobes, which were all so rich and
fine, that they seemed to surpass one another.</p>
<p>After that, they went up into the two great rooms, where were the best
and richest furniture; they could not sufficiently admire the number
and beauty of the tapestry, beds, couches, cabinets, stands, tables,
and looking-glasses in which you might see yourself from head to foot;
some of them were framed with glass, others with silver, plain and
gilded, the finest and most magnificent which were ever seen. They
ceased not to extol and envy the happiness of their friend, who in the
mean time no way diverted herself in looking upon all these rich
things, because of the impatience she had to go and open the closet of
the ground floor. She was so much pressed by her curiosity, that,
without considering that it was very uncivil to leave her company, she
went down a little back-stair-case, and with such excessive haste,
that she had twice or thrice like to have broken her neck.</p>
<p>Being come to the closet door, she made a stop for some time, thinking
upon her husband's orders, and considering what unhappiness might
attend her if she was disobedient; but the temptation was so strong
she could not overcome it. She took then the little key, and opened it
trembling; but could not at first see any thing plainly, because the
windows were shut. After some moments she began to perceive that the
floor was all covered over with clotted blood, in which were reflected
the bodies of several dead women ranged against the walls: these were
all the wives whom Blue Beard had<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></SPAN></span> married and murdered one after
another. She was like to have died for fear, and the key, which she
pulled out of the lock, fell out of her hand.</p>
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<p>After having somewhat recovered her senses, she took up the key,
locked the door, and went up stairs into her chamber to recover
herself; but she could not, so much was she frightened. Having
observed that the key of the closet was stained with blood, she tried
two or three times to wipe it off, but the blood would not come off;
in vain did she wash it, and even rub it with soap and sand, the blood
still remained, for the key was a Fairy, and she could never make it
quite clean; when the blood was gone off from one side, it came again
on the other.</p>
<p>Blue Beard returned from his journey the same evening, and said, he
had received letters upon the road, informing him that the affair he
went about was ended to his advantage. His wife did all she could to
convince him she was extremely glad of his speedy return. Next morning
he asked her for the keys, which she gave him, but with such a
trembling hand, that he easily guessed what had happened.</p>
<p>"What," said he, "is not the key of my closet among the rest?"</p>
<p>"I must certainly," answered she, "have left it above upon the table."</p>
<p>"Fail not," said Blue Beard, "to bring it me presently."</p>
<p>After putting him off several times, she was forced to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></SPAN></span> bring him the
key. Blue Beard, having very attentively considered it, said to his
wife:</p>
<p>"How comes this blood upon the key?"</p>
<p>"I do not know," cried the poor woman, paler than death.</p>
<p>"You do not know," replied Blue Beard; "I very well know, you were
resolved to go into the closet, were you not? Mighty well, Madam; you
shall go in, and take your place among the ladies you saw there."</p>
<p>Upon this she threw herself at her husband's feet, and begged his
pardon with all the signs of a true repentance for her disobedience.
She would have melted a rock, so beautiful and sorrowful was she; but
Blue Beard had a heart harder than any rock.</p>
<p>"You must die, Madam," said he, "and that presently."</p>
<p>"Since I must die," answered she, looking upon him with her eyes all
bathed in tears, "give me some little time to say my prayers."</p>
<p>"I give you," replied Blue Beard, "half a quarter of an hour, but not
one moment more."</p>
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<p>When she was alone, she called out to her sister, and said to her:</p>
<p>"Sister Anne" (for that was her name), "go up I beg you, upon the top
of the tower, and look if my brothers are not coming; they promised me
that they would come to-day, and if you see them, give them a sign to
make haste."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Her sister Anne went up upon the top of the tower, and the poor
afflicted wife cried out from time to time, "Anne, sister Anne, do you
see any one coming?"</p>
<p>And sister Anne said:</p>
<p>"I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the grass growing
green."</p>
<p>In the mean while Blue Beard, holding a great scimitar in his hand,
cried out as loud as he could bawl to his wife:</p>
<p>"Come down instantly, or I shall come up to you."</p>
<p>"One moment longer, if you please," said his wife, and then she cried
out very softly:</p>
<p>"Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see any body coming?"</p>
<p>And sister Anne answered:</p>
<p>"I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the grass growing
green."</p>
<p>"Come down quickly," cried Blue Beard, "or I will come up to you."</p>
<p>"I am coming," answered his wife; and then she cried:</p>
<p>"Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see any one coming?"</p>
<p>"I see," replied sister Anne, "a great dust that comes this way."</p>
<p>"Are they my brothers?"</p>
<p>"Alas! no, my dear sister, I see a flock of sheep."</p>
<p>"Will you not come down?" cried Blue Beard.</p>
<p>"One moment longer," said his wife, and then she cried out:</p>
<p>"Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see nobody coming?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I see," said she, "two horsemen coming, but they are yet a great way
off."</p>
<p>"God be praised," she cried presently, "they are my brothers; I am
beckoning to them, as well as I can, for them to make haste."</p>
<p>Then Blue Beard bawled out so loud, that he made the whole house
tremble. The distressed wife came down, and threw herself at his feet,
all in tears, with her hair about her shoulders.</p>
<p>"Nought will avail," said Blue Beard, "you must die"; then, taking
hold of her hair with one hand, and lifting up his scimitar with the
other, he was going to take off her head.</p>
<p>The poor lady turning about to him, and looking at him with dying
eyes, desired him to afford her one little moment to recollect
herself.</p>
<p>"No, no," said he, "recommend thyself to God," and was just ready to
strike.</p>
<p>At this very instant there was such a loud knocking at the gate, that
Blue Beard made a sudden stop. The gate was opened, and presently
entered two horsemen, who drawing their swords, ran directly to Blue
Beard. He knew them to be his wife's brothers, one a dragoon, the
other a musqueteer; so that he ran away immediately to save himself;
but the two brothers pursued so close, that they overtook him before
he could get to the steps of the porch, when they ran their swords
thro' his body and left him dead. The poor wife was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></SPAN></span> almost as dead as
her husband, and had not strength enough to rise and welcome her
brothers.</p>
<p>Blue Beard had no heirs, and so his wife became mistress of all his
estate. She made use of one part of it to marry her sister Anne to a
young gentleman who had loved her a long while; another part to buy
captains' commissions for her brothers; and the rest to marry herself
to a very worthy gentleman, who made her forget the ill time she had
passed with Blue Beard.</p>
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<h3><i>The Moral</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">O curiosity, thou mortal bane!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Spite of thy charms, thou causest often pain<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And sore regret, of which we daily find<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand instances attend mankind:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For thou—O may it not displease the fair—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A fleeting pleasure art, but lasting care.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And always proves, alas! too dear the prize,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which, in the moment of possession, dies.<br/></span></div>
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<h3><i>Another</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">A very little share of common sense,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And knowledge of the world, will soon evince<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That this a story is of time long pass'd;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No husbands now such panic terrors cast;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Nor weakly, with a vain despotic hand,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Imperious, what's impossible, command:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And be they discontented, or the fire<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of wicked jealousy their hearts inspire,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They softly sing; and of whatever hue<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Their beards may chance to be, or black, or blue,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Grizeld, or russet, it is hard to say<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which of the two, the man or wife, bears sway.<br/></span></div>
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