Two hours went by.  The prince was lost.  He’d wandered off the trails

when suddenly he saw a lovely maiden gathering snails.

His heart was pierced.  He loved her.  Filadoro was her name. 

Not only was the prince in love, but she felt just the same.

At first they stood and gazed.  Nardo Aniello’s could but sigh.

But then he found his voice and sang her beauty to the sky. 

“You praise me much too much,” she said, “but this I know is true:

I love you, prince, completely, and I give myself to you.”

He kissed her and embraced her when there suddenly appeared

an ogress of a monstrous mien.  “Aha!” the creature sneered.

“Hands off my daughter!   So, you think you’ll taste of all her charms?”

The prince would have attacked her, but he could not move his arms.

She grabbed him by the doublet and she hauled him to her tower.

“You’ll slave for me or else you’ll find you’ve met your final hour.

First, hoe and plant this plot of land before the end of day

when I return, or I will eat you up.”  She went away.

Nardo Aniello sobbed and moaned.  “This work cannot be done.

With teams of oxen night would fall before I’d half begun.”

Filadoro came to comfort him.  “It’s not the work I fear,

nor dying, but to have to part from you,” he said, “my dear.”