The First Story
Gianni Lotteringhi Heareth Knock At His Door By Night And Awakeneth His Wife, Who Giveth Him To Believe That It Is A Phantom; Whereupon They Go To Exorcise It Wi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
Here Beginneth the Seventh Day of the Decameron Wherein Under the Governance of Dioneo Is Discoursed of the Tricks Which or for Love or for Their Own Preservation Women Have Hereto...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The ladies laughed immoderately at Martellino's misfortunes narrated by Neifile, as did also the young men and especially Filostrato, whom, for that he sat next Neifile, the queen ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Eighth Story
Fresco Exhorteth His Niece Not To Mirror Herself In The Glass, If, As She Saith, It Irketh Her To See Disagreeable Folk
The story told by Filostrato at first...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
Neifile having made an end of her story, which was commended of all, Filomena, by the queen's good pleasure, proceeded to speak thus: "The story told by Neifile bringeth to my mind...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
Elisa being now silent, the last burden of the story-telling rested with the queen, who, with womanly grace beginning to speak, said, "Noble damsels, like as in the lucid nights th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Fifth Story
Lisabetta's[240] Brothers Slay Her Lover, Who Appeareth To Her In A Dream And Showeth Her Where He Is Buried, Whereupon She Privily Disinterreth His Head And Set...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Eighth Story
Ferondo, Having Swallowed A Certain Powder, Is Entombed For Dead And Being Taken Forth Of The Sepulchre By The Abbot, Who Enjoyeth His Wife The While, Is Put In...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The Ninth Story
Gillette De Narbonne Recovereth The King Of France Of A Fistula And Demandeth For Her Husband Bertrand De Roussillon, Who Marrieth Her Against His Will And Betak...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio
The First Story
Tancred, Prince Of Salerno, Slayeth His Daughter's Lover And Sendeth Her His Heart In A Bowl Of Gold; Whereupon, Pouring Poisoned Water Over It, She Drinketh The...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Giovanni Boccaccio