_Adiew to all my former joyes, When I lived at ease, And welcome now those sad annoies Which do most displease. And let none pitty her distresse, That fell not, but by ficklenesse. For truth lives not in men, Alas! why live I then?_ _In the Spring season, Maides have best reason, To dance and sing; With Chaplets of Flowers, To decke up their Bowers, And all in honour of the Spring._ This Song, most sweetly sung by Madame _Neiphila_, was especially commended, both by the King, & all the rest of the Ladies. Which being fully finished, the King gave order, that everie one should repaire to their Chambers, because a great part of the night was already spent. _The end of the Ninth Day._ The Tenth and last Day. _Whereon, under the government of Pamphilus, the severall Arguments do concerne such persons, as either by way of Liberality, or in Magnificent manner, performed any worthy action, for love, favour, friendship, or any other honourable occasion._ The Induction. Already began certaine small Clouds in the West, to blush with a Vermillion tincture, when those in the East (having reached to their full heighth) looked like bright burnished Gold, by splendour of the Sun beames drawing neere unto them: when _Pamphilus_ being risen, caused the Ladies, and the rest of his honourable companions to be called. When they were all assembled, and had concluded together on the place, whither they should walke for their mornings recreation: the King ledde on the way before, accompanied with the two Noble Ladies _Philomena_ and _Fiammetta_, all the rest following after them, devising, talking, and answering to divers demands both what that day was to be don, as also concerning the proposed imposition. After they had walked an indifferent space of time, and found the rayes of the Sunne to be over-piercing for them: they returned backe againe to the Pallace, as fearing to have their blood immoderately heated. Then rinsing their Glasses in the coole cleare running current, each tooke their mornings draught, & then walked into the milde shades about the Garden, untill they should bee summoned to dinner. Which was no sooner over-past, and such as slept, returned waking: they mette together againe in their wonted place, according as the King had appointed, where he gave command unto Madame _Neiphila_, that shee should (for that day) begin the first Novell, which she humbly accepting, thus began. _A Florentine knight, named Signior_ Rogiero de Figiovanni, _became a servant to_ Alphonso, _King of_ Spaine, _who (in his owne opinion) seemed but sleightly to respect and reward him. In regard whereof, by a notable experiment, the King gave him a manifest testimony, that it was not through any defect in him, but onely occasioned by the Knights ill fortune; most bountifully recompensing him afterward._ The First Novell.