121. ‘Or vedi, Amor, che giovenetta donna’

Now you see, Love, that this young lady

scorns your rule, and cares nothing for my hurt,

and feels safe between two of her enemies.

You are armed, and she in loose hair and gown

sits barefoot amongst the flowers and grass,

pitiless towards me, and proud towards you.

I’m imprisoned: but if there’s mercy still,

raise your bow, and with a few arrows

take vengeance, my lord, for me and you.