A maiden dreamed that she slept
with a gallant that she loved tenderly, and that in him everything was diligent
and carelessness none had.
She, although badly, in the end, resisted, saying: "What will people say about me?"
In effect, she complied with her accident, giving both of them the finishing touch to their obstinacy.
The gallant kissed her and hugged her with more warmth than a burning log; the sweet to spill did not begin, when he woke up, and said to the dream: "Last a little longer, what did it cost you,
because for me it was no small pleasure?"