I only wrote to jest with you, as certainly I think I may do.

Therefore, do not be saddened, for I am quite sure you will not be able to forget me.
Regarding what you write to me about that young Nerli, he is much my friend, and having to leave Rome, he came to ask whether I needed anything from Florence.

I said no, and he begged me to allow him to go in my name to pay you my respects, merely on account of his own desire to speak with you.

I have nothing more to write, except that I beg you to return quickly.

When you come you will deliver me from prison, because I wish to avoid bad companions; and having this desire, I cannot converse with any one but you.