[De duobus amantibus Euryalo et Lucretia]

Why do you fear: I am here, Lucrecia Lucretia, why do you hesitate doubt to embrace Lucrecia? Eurialus, having barely cast off his fear, receives her and embraces the woman. "Never," he said, "has such fear invaded me. But you are worthy that for your sake such things should be endured. Nor would these kisses and such sweet embraces that is, coming to pass have come to me arrived, if they did not owe themselves freely; nor, to tell the truth, did I buy such a good at a sufficient price. If I could live again after death, and enjoy you, I would wish to die a thousand times so that in this way manner such embraces or embraces could be bought. O my happiness, O my beatitude. Do I see a vision, or is it thus? Do I hold you, or am I deceived by empty vain dreams? You are certainly here. I possess you."

Lucrecia was in a light subtle garment clothed, a gown that clung to her limbs her own without a wrinkle, and hid concealed neither her breast nor her buttocks. As her joints limbs were, so she showed herself. The whiteness of her throat neck was like snow, a light of the heavens and a radiance of the sun. A joyful gaze, an alert face, cheeks like lilies mixed with purple roses. A smile on her mouth, sweet and modest. A full breast, nipples like two pomegranates pomegranate fruits swelling were swelling on each side, and they moved, throbbing with desire. Eurialus could not restrain the goad any further, but but forgetting his fear, he also cast off modesty from himself and approached the woman. "Now," he said, "let us take the fruit of love," which he was pressing with words speaking. The woman resisted, and said that she was mindful of honesty

and fame, and that his love asked for nothing other than words and kisses. To which Eurialus, smiling, said: "Either it is known ascertained that I have come here, or it is unknown. If it is known, there is no one who does not suspect the rest. But if it is indeed unknown, no one will ever know this either. This is a pledge of love; I will die before sooner I am without this." "Ah, it is a crime," said Lucrecia. "It is a crime," replies Eurialus, "if you do not use what you can. Would I let go dismiss the opportunity granted to me and desired by you?" And having taken the woman's garment, he won the struggle against the woman who did not want to win from the business. fruit of love Nor did he spare her from the satiety of Venus (as Amnon knew Tamar), but excited a greater desire for love. Nevertheless, Eurialus withdrew after he had consumed eaten a little wine and food, with Lucrecia resisting. And no one suspected with a noise, for they thought it was the wind in the herbs.

Eurialus marveled was marveling at himself while he was proceeding on the way. "O if the Cesar emperor should now present himself to me, and recognize me; what suspicion would this attire clothing cause him; how he would laugh at me! I would be a fable to all, and he would never let me go, until he knew everything. It would have to be said to him what this rustic clothing meant. But I would feign that I had come to see another matron."