She calls me a knave and rascal, but I take no notice of her.

I was not going to be duped, and I thought that a woman who had been paid one hundred thousand ducats was well worth some study.
At last, her toilet being completed, my turn comes.

In spite of her objections I quickly get rid of my breeches, and she must put on me the chemise, then a skirt, in a word she has to dress me up.

But all at once, playing the coquette, she gets angry because I do not conceal from her looks the very apparent proof that her charms have some effect on a particular part of my being, and she refuses to grant me the favour which would soon afford both relief and calm.

I try to kiss her, and she repulses me, whereupon I lose patience, and in spite of herself she has to witness the last stage of my excitement.