So,' said the Cogia, 'may the Lord have mercy
upon him.'
One day as the Cogia was going to his house, he met a number of students,
and said to them, 'Gentlemen, pray this night come to our house and taste
a sup of the old father's broth.' 'Very good,' said the students, and
following the Cogia, came to the house. 'Pray enter,' said he, and
brought them into the house; then going up to where his wife was, 'O
wife,' said he, 'I have brought some travellers that we may give them a
cup of broth.' 'O master,' said his wife, 'is there oil in the house or
rice, or have you brought any that you wish to have broth?' 'Bless me,'
said the Cogia, 'give me the broth pan,' and snatching it up, he
forthwith ran to where the students were, and exclaimed, 'Pray, pardon
me, gentlemen, but had there been oil or rice in our house, this is the
pan in which I would have served the broth up to you.'
One day the Cogia going into the kitchen of his house, laid himself down;
presently the Cogia's daughter entering into the kitchen to fetch
something, saw her father lying hidden behind a cask. 'O my lord and
father, what do you do here?' said she. 'What could I better do to get
out of your mother's way than come into this foreign country,' said the
Cogia.
One day when the Cogia was in his chamber, a man knocked at the door of
the house.
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