Fiammetta has a dream that a serpent bites her while she is lying in a meadow and that, as darkness comes, the wound festers and brings her close to death. When she awakens, she discovers that she has no injury and, failing to realize that the dream is a warning and a prophecy, she dismisses it from her thoughts.
Fiammetta is admired by the ladies and gentlemen who surround her when she goes to church on a certain festival day, but of all her admirers none strikes her fancy until she sees a young gentleman leaning against a marble pillar of the church. The glances that she and the young man exchange prove that the attraction is mutual.
Realizing that she is overtaken by love, Fiammetta spends hours in her chamber picturing the young man and hoping to see him again. As other chance meetings increase her interest in him, she becomes so disturbed and changed by love that her nurse comments on it and warns her of the dangers of passion and of betraying her husband. Fiammetta, however, is too much enamored of the young man to heed such warnings; she dreams that Venus comes to her and tells her of the delight and power of love, urging her to ignore her nurse’s warnings and to submit to love’s promptings.
Encouraged by her fond glances, the young man becomes familiar with Fiammetta’s friends and with her husband, so that he and Fiammetta might converse together, hiding their love. The young man teaches her by his example how to converse in the company of others so as to reveal their love only to each other; he pretends to be telling of two lovers, Fiammetta and Panfilo, in order to show how deeply his own passion moves him. Although Fiammetta grows adept at this word game, she knows that their love cannot forever be kept within the bounds of propriety.
Despite Fiammetta’s refusals, which Panfilo takes as coy signs of encouragement, he finally gains what all lovers desire. He and Fiammetta spend innumerable nights together, learning new delights of love. Nothing else matters to Fiammetta. She thanks Venus for encouraging her in love, and she laughs at other gentlewomen who imagine that they know what passion is.
Fiammetta’s happiness, however, is fated to come to an end. One night, while she and Panfilo are together in her chamber, Fiammetta awakens to find Panfilo weeping. She hesitates to inquire into the cause of his distress for fear that he will reveal some other love for whom he is secretly longing. Pretending that she does not see him weeping, she suddenly cries out as if in her...
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