2660And your own worth must highly be regarded,
How shall I else expect to be rewarded?'
Then did she take her by the tender hand,
And led her to her grot in princely state.
She feared not much, nor did her will withstand,
Judging divorcement was her harshest fate;
But when she saw the entrance was so narrow
A sudden fear did eat up all her marrow.
Pazzella, viewing her supposèd lass,
Repented her of her intended ills;