of the great heat.  Wherefore her mother hied her in the morning to Messer Lizio, and said to him:—­“Sir, you hold your daughter none too dear; what difference can it make to you that she lie on the terrace?  She has tossed about all night long by reason of the heat; and besides, can you wonder that she, girl that she is, loves to hear the nightingale sing?  Young folk naturally affect their likes.”  Whereto Messer Lizio made answer:—­“Go, make her a bed there to your liking, and set a curtain round it, and let her sleep there, and hear the nightingale sing to her heart’s content.”  Which the damsel no sooner learned, than she had a bed made there with intent to sleep there that same night; wherefore she watched until she saw Ricciardo, whom by a concerted sign she gave to understand what he was to do.  Messer Lizio, as soon as he had heard the damsel go to bed, locked a door that led from his room to the terrace, and went to sleep himself.  When all was quiet, Ricciardo with the help of a ladder got upon a wall, and standing thereon laid hold of certain toothings of another wall, and not without great exertion and risk, had he fallen, clambered up on to the terrace, where the damsel received him quietly with the heartiest of cheer.  Many a kiss they exchanged; and then got them to bed, where well-nigh all night long they had solace and joyance of one another, and made the nightingale sing not a few times.  But, brief being the night and great their pleasure, towards dawn, albeit they wist it not, they fell asleep, Caterina’s right arm encircling Ricciardo’s neck, while with her left hand she held him by that part of his person which your modesty, my ladies, is most averse to name in the company of men.  So, peacefully they slept, and were still asleep when day broke and Messer Lizio rose; and calling to mind that his daughter slept on the terrace, softly opened the door, saying to himself:—­Let me see what sort of night’s rest the nightingale has afforded our Caterina?  And having entered, he gently raised the curtain that screened the bed, and saw Ricciardo asleep with her and in her embrace as described, both being quite naked and uncovered; and having taken note of Ricciardo, he went away, and hied him to his lady’s room, and called her, saying:—­“Up, up, wife, come and see; for thy daughter has fancied the nightingale to such purpose that she has caught him, and holds him in her hand.”  “How can this be?” said the lady.  “Come quickly, and thou shalt see,” replied Messer Lizio.  So the lady huddled on her clothes, and silently followed Messer Lizio, and when they were come to the bed, and had raised the curtain, Madonna Giacomina saw plainly enough how her daughter had caught, and did hold the nightingale, whose song she had so longed to hear.  Whereat the lady, deeming that Ricciardo had played her a cruel trick, would have cried out and upbraided him; but Messer Lizio said to her:—­“Wife, as thou valuest my love, say not a word; for in good