Having thus spoken, he arose againe; granting leave to the rest, to recreate themselves till supper time.The Garden was very faire and spacious, affoording, large limits for their severall walkes; the Sun being already so low descended, that it could not be offensive to any one, the Connies, Kids, and young Hindes skipping every where about them, to their no meane, pleasure and contentment, Dioneus and Fiammetta, sate singing together, of Messire Guiglielmo, and the Lady of Vertur.Philomena and Pamphilus playing at the Chesse, all sporting themselves as best they pleased.But the houre of Supper being come, and the Tables covered about the faire fountaine, they sate downe and supt in most loving manner.Then Philostratus, not to swerve from the course which had beene observed by the Queenes before him, so soone as the Tables were taken away, gave commaund that Madam Lauretta should beginne the dance, and likewise to sing a Song.My gracious Lord (quoth she) I can skill of no other Songs, but onely a peece of mine owne, which I have already learned by heart, and may well beseeme this assembly: if you please to allow of that, I am ready to performe it with all obedience.Lady, replyed the King, you your selfe being so faire and lovely, so needs must be whatsoever commeth from you, therefore let us heare such as you have.Madam Lauretta, giving enstruction to the Chorus prepared, and began in this manner.
THE SONG
No soule so comfortlesse, Hath more cause to expresse, Like woe and heavinesse, As I poore amorous Maide.
He that did forme the Heavens and every Starre, Made me as best him pleased, Lovely and gracious, no Element at jarre, Or else in gentle breasts to moove sterne Warre, But to have strifes appeased Where Beauties eye should make the deepest scarre.
And yet when all things are confest, Never was any soule distrest, Like my poore amorous Maide.
No soule so comfortlesse, etc.
There was a time, when once I was held deare, Blest were those happy dayes:
Numberlesse Love suites whispred in mine eare, All of faire hope, but none of desperate feare;And all sung Beauties praise.
Why should blacke cloudes obscure so bright a cleare?
And why should others swimme in joy, And no heart drowned in annoy, Like mine poore amorous Maide?
No soule so comfortlesse, etc.
Well may I curse that sad and dismall day, When in unkinde exchange;Another Beauty did my hopes betray, And stole my dearest Love from me away:
Which I thought very strange, Considering vowes were past, and what else may Assure a loyall Maidens trust.
Never was Lover so unjust, Like mine poore amorous Maide.
No soule so comfortlesse, etc.
Come then kinde Death, and finish all my woes, Thy helpe is now the best.
Come lovely Nymphes, lend hands mine eyes to close, And let him wander wheresoere he goes, Vaunting of mine unrest;Beguiling others by his treacherous showes.
Grave on my Monument, No true love was worse spent, Then mine poore amorous Maide.
No soule so comfortlesse, etc.
So did Madam Lauretta finish her Song, which being well observed of them all, was understood by some in divers kinds: some alluding it one way, and others according to their owne apprehensions, but all consenting that both it was an excellent Ditty, well devised, and most sweetly sung.Afterward, lighted Torches being brought, because the Stars had already richly spangled all the heavens, and the fit houre of rest approaching: the King commanded them all to their Chambers, where we meane to leave them untill the next morning.
THE FOURTH DAY
WHEREIN ALL THE SEVERALL DESCOURSES, ARE UNDER THE GOVERNMENT OFHONOURABLE PHILSTRATUS: AND CONCERNING SUCHPERSONS, WHOSE LOVES HAVE HAD SUCCESSELESSE ENDINGMost worthy Ladies, I have alwayes heard, as well by the sayings of the judecious, as also by mine owne observation and reading, that the impetuous and violent windes of envy, do sildome blow turbulently, but on the highest Towers and tops of the trees most eminently advanced.Yet (in mine opinion) I have found my selfe much deceived;because, by striving with my very uttermost endeavour, to shunne the outrage of those implacable winds; I have laboured to go, not onely by plaine and even pathes but likewise through the deepest vallies.As very easily may be seene and observed in the reading of these few small Novels, which I have written not only in our vulgar Florentine prose, without any ambitious title: but also in a most humble stile, so low and gentle as possibly I could.And although I have bene rudely shaken, yea, almost halfe unrooted, by the extreame agitation of those blustering winds, and torne in peeces by that base back-biter, Envy:
yet have I not (for all that) discontinued, or broken any part of mine intended enterprize.Wherefore, I can sufficiently witnesse (by mine owne comprehension) the saying so much observed by the wise, to be most true: That nothing is without Envy in this world, but misery onely.
But what shall I say to them, who take so great compassion on my povertie, as they advise me to get some thing, whereon to make my living? Assuredly, I know not what to say in this case, except by due consideration made with my selfe, how they would answer me, if necessitie should drive me to crave kindnesse of them;questionlesse, they would then say: Goe, seeke comfort among thy fables and follies.
But now it is time (bright beauties) to returne whence we parted, and to follow our former order begun, because it may seeme we have wandered too farre.By this time the Sun had chased the Starre-light from the heavens, and the shadie moisture from the ground, when Philostratus the King being risen, all the company arose likewise.
