Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it.
That day no farther did we read therein."
And all the while one spirit uttered this,
The other one did weep so that, for pity,
I swooned away as if I had been dying,
And fell, even as a dead body falls.
Finally, Arensberg in terza rima:
"When we had read how one so amorous
Had kissed the smile that he was longing for,
This one, who always must be by me thus,