Well, I suppose we must play at blind man's buff." Thereupon, I began to feel right and left, everywhere, but in vain.
Whenever I caught anyone it always turned out to be Nanette or Marton, who at once discovered themselves, and I, stupid Don Quixote, instantly would let them go! Love and prejudice blinded me, I could not see how ridiculous I was with my respectful reserve.

I had not yet read the anecdotes of Louis XIII, king of France, but I had read Boccacio.

I kept on seeking in vain, reproaching her with her cruelty, and entreating her to let me catch her; but she would only answer that the difficulty of meeting each other was mutual.

The room was not large, and I was enraged at my want of success.
Tired and still more vexed, I sat down, and for the next hour I told the history of Roger, when Angelica disappears through the power of the magic ring which the loving knight had so imprudently given her: 'Cosi dicendo, intorno a la fortuna Brancolando n'andava come cieco.
O quante volte abbraccio l'aria vana Speyando la donzella abbracciar seco'.
Angela had not read Ariosto, but Nanette had done so several times.

She undertook the defence of Angelica, and blamed the simplicity of Roger, who, if he had been wise, would never have trusted the ring to a coquette.