On the morrow morning, _Ricciardo_ went to an auncient woman of his acquaintance, who was the Mistresse of a Bathing-house, and there where he had appointed Madame _Catulla_, that the Bath should be prepared for her, giving her to understand the whole businesse, and desiring her to be favourable therein to him. The woman, who had beene much beholding to him in other matters, promised very willingly to fulfill his request, concluding with him, both what should be done and said. She had in her house a very darke Chamber, without any window to affoord it the least light, which Chamber shee had made ready, according to _Ricciardoes_ direction, with a rich Bed therein, so soft and delicate as possible could be, wherein he entred so soone as he had dined, to attend the arrivall of Madame _Catulla_. On the same day, as she had heard the speeches of _Ricciardo_, and gave more credit to them then became her; shee returned home to her house in wonderfull impatience. And _Philippello_ her husband came home discontentedly too, whose head being busied about some worldly affaires, perhaps he looked not so pleasantly, neither used her so kindly, as he was wont to doe. Which _Catulla_ perceiving, shee was ten times more suspicious then before, saying to herselfe. Now apparant trueth doth disclose it selfe, my husbands head is troubled now with nothing elsee, but _Ricciardoes_ wife, with whom (to morrow) he purposeth his meeting; wherein he shall be disappointed, if I live; taking no rest at all the whole night, for thinking how to handle her husband. What shall I say more? On the morrow, at the houre of mid-day, accompanied onely with her Chamber-mayde, and without any other alteration in opinion; shee went to the house where the Bath was promised; and meeting there with the olde woman, demaunded of her, if _Philippello_ were come thither as yet or no? The woman, being well instructed by _Ricciardo_, answered: Are you shee that should meete him heere. Yes, replied _Catulla_. Goe in then to him (quoth the woman) for he is not farre off before you. Madame _Catulla_, who went to seeke that which she would not finde, being brought vailed into the darke Chamber where _Ricciardo_ was, entred into the Bath, hoping to finde none other there but her husband, and the custome of the Countrey, never disallowed such meetings of men with their wives, but held them to be good and commendable. In a counterfeit voyce he bad her welcome, and she, not seeming to be any other then she was indeed, entertained his embracings in as loving manner; yet not daring to speake, least he should know her, but suffered him to proceede in his owne error.