If you have become what I hope, I'll give her to you; if not, you can quietly go your way.

You will make no objection to this, you silly little, love-sick thing.

Go to your room now, Belita, and you, Navarrete, come with me." Ulrich followed the artist to his chamber, where the latter opened a chest, in which lay the gold he had earned.

He did not know himself, how much it was, for it was neither counted, nor entered in books.

Grasping the ducats, he gave Ulrich two handfuls, exclaiming: "This one is for your work here, the other to relieve you from any care concerning means of living, while pursuing your studies in Venice and Florence.