The Queen's last commandment rested with Elisa, who, without awaiting it, began all blithely, "Young ladies, it hath often chanced that what all manner reproofs and many pains[68] ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
Pamfilo's story was in part laughed at and altogether commended by the ladies, and it being come to its end, after being diligently hearkened, the queen bade Neifile, who sat next ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Sixth Story
Madam Beritola, Having Lost Her Two Sons, Is Found On A Desert Island With Two Kids And Goeth Thence Into Lunigiana, Where One Of Her Sons, Taking Service With T...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
Emilia's pleasantness and her story moved the queen and all the rest to laugh and applaud the rare conceit of this new-fangled crusader. Then, after the laughter had subsided and a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Fourth Story
Tofano One Night Shutteth His Wife Out Of Doors, Who, Availing Not To Re-Enter By Dint Of Entreaties, Feigneth To Cast Herself Into A Well And Casteth Therein A...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The First Story
Gulfardo Borroweth Of Guasparruolo Certain Monies, For Which He Hath Agreed With His Wife That He Shall Lie With Her, And Accordingly Giveth Them To Her; Then, I...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Ninth Story
Lydia, Wife Of Nicostratus, Loveth Pyrrhus, Who, So He May Believe It, Requireth Of Her Three Things, All Which She Doth. Moreover, She Solaceth Herself With Him...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Fifth Story
A Jealous Husband, In The Guise Of A Priest, Confesseth His Wife, Who Giveth Him To Believe That She Loveth A Priest, Who Cometh To Her Every Night; And Whilst T...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Eighth Story
A Man Waxeth Jealous Of His Wife, Who Bindeth A Piece Of Packthread To Her Great Toe Anights, So She May Have Notice Of Her Lover's Coming. One Night Her Husban...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Second Story
The Parish Priest Of Varlungo Lieth With Mistress Belcolore And Leaveth Her A Cloak Of His In Pledge; Then, Borrowing A Mortar Of Her, He Sendeth It Back To Her...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio