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WONDROUS BOCCACCIO

FLORENCE 1 348
AT THE TIME OF THE PLAGUE

I'm dying...

without having enjoyed Iife...

Not even...

this much.

I've Iost a daughter,
I won't have these two taken from me!

- Keep away!
- You touched her!

Keep away!

Don't come Iooking for us.

I'm going with them, Lauretta.

I'II accompany them.

I won't abandon them.

We're done.

We have to go.

Not Iike that!
Don't treat my famiIy Iike that!

Here, give him a hand.

I want them cIose together.

Side by side.

No, no!

- Come here!
- Come back up here!

Come away!

Come back here!

We're in a hurry, we're paid to work.

Get out!

Or we'II bury you too!

He's not the first to react this way.

You saw them the other day.
At Ieast two of them.

- Shame on you!
- We're not harming anyone!

Many say the scent of fIowers
keeps the pIague away.

I've got the pIague, fair rose.

Why shouIdn't you catch it too?

Wait!

Anna! PaoIa!

- Are we aII here?
- AII except EIisabetta.

I'm over here. I'm over here.

I'm staying here!

EIisabetta, aII of us together, remember?

We'II save ourseIves.

We're Ieaving.

I'm staying here.

If you can forget, I can't.

I'II Ieave on my own tomorrow.

You count the day's dead in the evening.

I'm going up into the hiIIs,
in the open air.

And if death finds me up there, so be it.

What's wrong, Fiammetta?
You were the most determined.

To abandon everything...

We ourseIves have been abandoned!

I know that.
Many of you know that.

We can't put it off any Ionger.

We've been Iooking for you for days,
where were you?

We even thought...

Dioneo, FiIostrato...

PanfiIo...

we're Ieaving FIorence tomorrow.

WiII you come with us?

Are you joking?

We've decided we need some peace.

These Iast few days have been...

They've been...

Come with us.

Listen!

We'II meet at HoIy Trinity bridge
two hours from now.

Come over here!

This is beautifuI!

Friends...

what are you doing?

What are we doing?

GirIs, your good judgment brought us here.

I don't know what you pIan to do,
what you're thinking.

I Ieft my worries down there.

You did too, didn't you, Fiammetta?

We can spend
these days together pIeasantIy,

or say fareweII

and return to FIorence.

Stay, Dioneo.

For our friendship's sake at Ieast.

We're aII very tired...

Dioneo, I want what you want, we aII do.

Let's give ourseIves ruIes,
the days wiII be Iong.

NeifiIe and FiIomena
came up with a good idea.

TeII them, NeifiIe.

Every day we'II teII a story,
we'II aII teII a different one.

A good one.

You might know some of them,
they're a century oId.

Oh, God, I can't even think of one.
What shaII I do?

I know a Iot...

but we're free to choose
any topic we want, right?

No, Dioneo.

Don't be angry.

I think the three of us
shouId set another ruIe.

No romancing.

Then there'II be no envy among the others.

AII right, pIease yourseIf!

But no one can stop me
kissing my beIoved right now.

Then no more, I promise.

FiIomena, are you asIeep?

Listen!

AII right then...

I'm reaIIy happy to be
the first to teII a story, about Iove

and resurrection.

It's about the pIague too.

Forgive me,

but you'II see that he, and her too...

This is my story:

about CataIina, a very beautifuI
and respectabIe wife.

But she faIIs seriousIy iII.

But they don't know what her sickness is.

This is her husband, Nicoluccio,

a good husband
and a successful merchant,

but like everyone in that house,
he takes orders from his mother,

Lady Lucrezia, who has ordered
the servant and doctor

to take Catalina far away from them

to their country house.

She's given the coachman the order.

This is Master Gentile Carisendi,

young, handsome and distraught.

He was touched by the plague,
but he survived.

For days he's waited below the window

where the woman he loves might die,

the woman he has always loved.

If we don't get her out of here,
we'II aII perish!

While they were taking Catalina
far away from her home,

the doctor and servant
witnessed her death.

They stopped, but didn't turn back.

They left her in the crypt
of an abandoned church.

Doctor, I won't get into troubIe for this?

No, the sooner you bury them,

the more gratefuI
their reIatives and friends are.

- Where did you put her?
- Where do you think?

On top of the sIab.

I reaIized she was stiII aIive.

- AIive?
- Yes, I've brought her here.

Do you Iove her that much?

Look at me.

Yes...

I know you.

You do.

No, you can see her Iater.

Go back to your room...

and wait.

Who are you?

- Am I aIive or dead?
- You're a IittIe dazed, but aIive.

You're with friends, don't be afraid.

Yes, you have fought off your iIIness.

My doctor examined you,

he says you're weak but you'II get better.

And we wiII heIp you.

I won't touch you, if you don't want.

The pIague has been kind.

It's kept away from our vaIIey.

And everyone's saying
it's now Ieaving FIorence too.

Good morning, CataIina.
Sorry for coming into your room.

There, I won't Iook at you.

But Iet me speak.

You know why you're here in our home,
my mother's toId you everything.

And you've known of my Iove for some time.

But for God to use this Iove of mine
to bring you back to Iife...

it amazes me.

ReaIIy.

And I am gratefuI to Him.

So am I.

But I wouId ask you a favor.

Remain here untiI you are weII.

Why?

Your famiIy beIieves you dead,

and there's no one waiting
for you at home.

That's why.

I don't understand.

I want to give your husband
a wonderfuI surprise.

Me and you...

No, I'II come no cIoser.

I wiII organize a banquet here...

outside in the grounds.

I wiII invite your friends and mine.

From FIorence.

Let's have a go at this game.

You try.

WeII done!

Leave us.

Friends...

you have honored my tabIe,

and I wish to honor you too.

I want you to meet the person
I Iove most in the worId.

But first...

I'd Iike you to cIear up a doubt I have.

Right...

a gentIeman has in his home...

a kind and IoyaI servant

who faIIs seriousIy iII.

And this gentIeman,
without waiting for the end,

takes him into the street
and abandons him there.

A stranger, moved by compassion,

takes him to his home,

and he's cured.

Now then...

if the first gentIeman

wishes to take his servant back

and the second refuses to Iet him...

who do you think is right?

I have been entrusted with the task
of giving you an answer,

because in their opinion...

you are quite wrong, my friends...

I am a good... speaker.

It's NicoIuccio!

How can I go out there now?

We aII agree.

The first gentIeman, the one
who abandoned his sick servant

and Ieft him in the street, was wrong.

Because of the kindness received,

the servant shouId remain
with the second gentIeman.

Good.

Then it's time I kept my promise.

Friends...

this is the woman I hoId dearest.

TeII me if I'm right to want her.

It's the dead woman!
The dead woman!

- CataIina!
- Friends, wait!

Listen, Iet me expIain!

This woman is the IoyaI servant
I spoke of.

Yes, CataIina, I took her in
and snatched her from death.

She's mine now, and no one
can take her away from me.

But she must decide.

You've come from heII.

No.

I've come from Paradise.

There!

WeII done!

That was a fine story.

It's nice, but I don't want
to be Iike CataIina.

Look at me and Iisten to what I say.

If I were to die before you...

stay away from my body,

and don't touch my coId breasts.

Have someone cover me with a white sheet.

Linen preferabIy, and say goodbye.

You, my Iove, must fIee.

Seek a pIace far from everyone

and think of me from there.

Come inside the house.

It's very hot today, everyone.

I'II cheer you up with a pIeasant story.

Yesterday we had a gIoomy one,

today we wiII traveI
to a pIayfuI FIorence.

So just picture

one of our artists' workshops, where...

Calandrino worked.

He was a bit of a dolt, a fool.

He couldn't see past the end of his nose.

He was aIways being teased
by two cunning painters,

Bruno and Buffalmacco.

Bruno.

Look at CaIandrino.

- What a chump!
- He's so cIumsy.

What's he done with that goId Ieaf?
They shouId fire him.

He adores you,
he considers you his master!

You know that?

I wonder what he thinks about.

I don't understand him.

What are you doing?

That's not right.

And this scribbIing won't do either.

Look at your pupiI with Master Andrea.

He'II get on his knees now.

I toId you.

Come on, Iet go.

Go on, get back to work.

Bruno...

What did you say that stone was caIIed?

HeIiotrope.

It gets its name from the sun

because its magic powers
come from the sun's rays.

- And he who finds it...
- Becomes invisibIe.

InvisibIe?

I don't beIieve that, BuffaImacco!
They were fooIing you.

Perhaps, but the mason who works there...

- At Monte MoreIIo?
- He's a friend, an honest man.

He says they found it there.

- He did?
- No, a friend of his.

He was so happy,
he showed it to everybody...

- Then what happened?
- No one knows.

- What do you mean?
- He vanished.

Vanished?

- What does this stone Iook Iike?
- AII we know is it's bIack.

Forgive me for interrupting...

but this stone...

this stone!

- This stone...
- What does it Iook Iike?

It comes in aII shapes.

And they're aII bIack.

And you onIy find them at Monte MoreIIo?

No, you can find them here too.

Where exactIy?

I hear they found one
on the bed of the River Mugnone.

The Mugnone!

Mugnone...

BuffaImacco!

- ShaII we go to the Mugnone?
- No, it's too hot.

Good, the bIack stones wiII stand out
from the dry white ones.

Let's go and Iook for this stone...

this... what's it caIIed?

HeIiotrope.

We'II strike it rich.

CaIandrino!

We've had no Iuck.

Bruno...

where's CaIandrino?

I don't know.
He was here a moment ago!

There's the church beII, BuffaImacco.

It's time to eat.

That's where CaIandrino wiII be,
having Iunch.

He couIdn't find a stone,
so he Ieft us here to go insane.

Let's go. Let's head back.

Yes, I'II come too.

But I swear if that rogue were here now...

I wouId throw this bIack stone at him!

Look how nice this stone is!

I'd throw it at his back!

What's wrong?

Pretend you can't see him!

CaIandrino's coming this way.
Your eyes must not see him!

Young maid!

Pretend you can't see him.

Go inside!

Master Andrea!

No!

Bruno, is CaIandrino coming now?

- Yes.
- I'm in!

Thank you!

CaIandrino, is that you?

Did you get Iost?

Everyone eIse has had their Iunch,
and now you come home.

You can see me...

- You can see me!
- Of course.

Why shouIdn't I be abIe to see you?

You've ruined everything.

You've ruined everything!

Wicked woman!

She's a witch!

You're a witch!

You've taken away the magic
from the bIack stone!

I'II teach you! I'II teach you!

Curse you, daughter of the deviI!

Curse you, daughter of the deviI!

Tessa, have you aIready eaten?

Listen to me!

I know what you'd have done,
but it didn't happen.

Bruno and BuffaImacco
got there just in time.

They saved CaIandrino,

and with great difficuIty
reconciIed husband and wife.

Nice story, except for the ending.

Here's our ending!

Right!

For every end you need a finaIe!

Friends!

Have you forgotten?

- We need to bake some bread.
- I'm coming!

I just wanted to say I know a bit
about farmhouse chores.

My grandparents were country foIks.

And when I was a chiId, in summer,
I wouId watch them baking.

So, if you trust me, I can heIp you.

Yes, give us a hand.

Thanks.

You, Pampinea, NeifiIe, and Lauretta,

fetch the fIour
and spread it on the tabIes.

FiIomena, EmiIia, you bring some water.

Fiammetta, it's your home,
find us some yeast.

FiIostrato, you're the strongest,
you wiII chop the wood.

Dioneo and PanfiIo,
you wiII Iight the oven.

Let's get started!

Just Iook at them!

You'd think
they'd aIways been peasant girIs.

You onIy need the first Ietters.

- Name or surname?
- As you wish.

I'd rather have you underneath,
not the Ioaf.

We've been fasting too Iong.

"Eating without drinking,
is Iike brickIaying without cement.''

Listen to mine: "When Bacchus
triumphs, aII worries fIee!''

I wish, EmiIia.

I drink...

but aII my worries stay with me.

So do mine.

I've said something stupid, I'm sorry.

But the deviI has
the right proverb for us!

"He who eats and drinks weII,

craps at Iength and fears not death!''

Duke Tancredi onIy had
one daughter, Ghismunda.

He Ioved her so much
he didn't want to marry her off.

But then for reasons of status,
he found her a husband,

nobIe and eIderIy.

After the marriage
Tancredi became meIanchoIy.

But today,

seven years Iater,

Ghismunda is returning to him, a widow.

Tancredi's only consolation
during those seven years

was his affection for Guiscardo,
a young man of humble origin,

but a master in the working
of steel, silver and gold.

Hey there!

You Iet me win.

But I'm not for the trash heap,
I'm not that oId.

You Iook rejuvenated!

Happiness is the best medicine.

It makes one's face more handsome.

And I was testing my new sword.

It's a fine one.

Light but easy to handIe.

I sureIy wouId have won with this.

What's that?

It's a gift for your daughter Ghismunda.

It's nice.

WeII done, Guiscardo.
You're a bright boy.

A fine swordsman and a fine craftsman.

Ghismunda wiII drink our miIk
from this cup.

Thank you, Father.

Come here, taIk to me.

- Do you remember?
- Do I remember?

You've no idea how many times
when I was far away

I've thought of our speciaI corner.

But not today.

Don't be upset,
but I want to be on my own today.

My husband has onIy been dead a few days.

But he was an oId man,
and you didn't Iove him.

- Did you?
- That's right.

But now he's gone, he is dear to me.

He was kind to me, and I respect him.

I wiII mourn him for a month
and keep to my chamber.

PIease be patient.

Patience is for the eIderIy.

You don't think I'm that oId,
do you, Ghismunda?

Then Iet me stay here.

You want me to Ieave?

ReaIIy?

Yes.

Is that so?

Is that so?

A MONTH LATER

Look at me.

- Do I Iook pretty?
- Yes.

- Is my mantIe pretty?
- Yes.

Here she is.

I wouId die of envy if I saw
a father with such a daughter.

Now arrange a good marriage for her.

This is no time for marriage!

She's staying here.

She won't give it to him.

She's a cheeky IittIe swaIIow,
she won't Iet him have it.

The man with the swaIIows,
is he your protégé?

That's Guiscardo.

Make me happy and go and thank him
for the cup he gave you.

He's reaIIy ingenious, but so uncouth.

- Uncouth? Why?
- The Ianguage he uses.

You heard him this morning in the square!

The swaIIows romancing!

He's uncouth!

You're right, he goes too far sometimes,
and I Iose my patience...

but he's so creative...

You shouId see the crest
he's working on for us.

Pity I wiII Iose him one of these days.

Why wiII you Iose him?

He's too taIented,
word has gotten out to the workshops.

You brought him up, educated him,
and you'd Iet him go?

- It's not Iike you.
- I'm happy for him.

He deserves it.

May FIorence admire him!

I've been expecting you.

- Why?
- Why?

No reason.
You're here, that's aII that matters.

Is this the crest?
My father toId me about it.

He's right, it's IoveIy.

No it's not, it's awfuI.

It's my 1 00th attempt,
there's too much on it.

- There's no centraI idea.
- But it's imaginative.

You shouIdn't have Iooked, it's crap.

Why must an artist be so uncouth?

You made this with Iove, didn't you?

Yes, Ghismunda.

I'd Iike to act indifferent, but...

this horse was forged by torment...

I'd make a mistake
and Iie awake aII night.

But I'd have happy awakenings too.

Don't go to FIorence.

Come here!

Come with me.

It's my room!

I'm Iooking at it through your eyes,

and it Iooks beautifuI.

Much more beautifuI.

Don't run away.

Don't run away.

I thought so too.

I have a Iump in my throat, Guiscardo.

I want to cry.

Why?

Are you frightened?

Of whom? Of what?

I'm happy here with you.

Me too.

I want nothing eIse.

OnIy to be with you.

What about your father?

I don't know.

I don't Iove anyone anymore, onIy you.

Or rather...

I Iove everyone.

Everyone!

Hey there.

Why did you do this to me?

- Now I...
- I know what awaits me.

But, sire...

what can we do when Iove strikes?

Nothing.

Nothing.

If you do him harm, my Iord...

you'II hurt yourseIf even more.

What must I do with you?

You can't imagine how much I Iove you.

A father can't do any more,
or rather he mustn't do any more.

You know my disposition.

Those who offend me must be wiped out.

He must be wiped out.

But as for you, before I decide,

I want to know
what you've got to say to me.

Tancredi...

I won't answer you
to beg you or to deny it.

I have Ioved Guiscardo,

and for as Iong as I Iive...

which won't be for Iong, I wiII Iove him.

And if Iove exists after death...

I wiII Iove him stiII.

You're made of fIesh,

your daughter's
made of fIesh, not stone.

You can't have forgotten
the pIeasures of youth.

I experienced them in my marriage bed,

I sought them out again,
and you heIped me find them.

You sang the virtues of Guiscardo.

I have found them again, Tancredi.

I mean no disrespect
by caIIing you by name.

But can I go on Ioving
a father who now wants...

What was it you said?

To "wipe out'' his favorite.

You don't know what to do with me?

Don't worry about it,

what you do to him and not to me...

I wiII do with my own hands.

Father...

you won't do it...

She's a woman,

he'II vanish from her sight,

and she wiII forget him.

StrangIe him, and bring me his heart.

The next morning a servant came to me

and brought me the goId cup
my father had ordered for me,

the one Guiscardo had made.

Inside it was his heart.

I washed it with my tears and kissed it.

I poured in the poisoned herbs
I had picked that morning.

And I drank.

I dried my eyes.

I didn't want to go to Guiscardo
with tears on my cheeks.

I Iay down on the bed without fear.

I Iay down on the bed without fear.

When... I don't remember, at dawn...

I feIt a hand

on my hair.

It was my father's hand.

He was there.

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

Yes...

forgive you.

Her face had softened again.

She seemed to be smiIing...

when they buried her next to Guiscardo.

According to her famiIy's wishes.

I've finished.

- Where are you going?
- What are you doing?

- No more sadness!
- What did you say?

Come on, I'm going for a swim.

There's a Iake down there.

- What?
- The Iadies' Iake.

- That's what the peasants caII it.
- Why's that?

I don't know.
It's a nice name, isn't it?

I don't know.
It's a nice name, isn't it?

You aImost made us feeI guiIty
when you wept before.

I hope this one wiII make you Iaugh.

WeII, you shouId know
that not far from here,

perhaps over there,

was a convent famous for its hoIiness.

To be honest, not many nuns
had a reaI vocation,

most were sent there by powerfuI famiIies.

You know that, right?

AII destined for the convent
from chiIdhood.

Like lsabetta, unaware
of the odd future that awaited her.

Like Usimbalda, the future abbess.

And what an abbess she wasl

lsabetta was the prettiest nun
in the convent

and the unhappiest.

One morning lsabetta went to greet
her family at the grating,

and she fell in love with Leonetto,

the handsome Leonetto

who had gone to visit with them.

What's the matter?

- What's the matter?
- We must caII the abbess!

Isabetta has done something terribIe!

Let's go!

Quiet!

Don't make a noise, or they'II run away.

How dare you wake up your abbess
in the dead of night?

- A man...
- A naked man.

- Where?
- With Sister Isabetta.

Naked.

Wait!

Are you aII right?

Can you breathe?

My Iong johns!

UsimbaIda...

My Iong johns on her head!

Keep your eyes to the fIoor.

On your knees.

Cursed by God!

Go on, trembIe...

In some corner of heII
they're making room for you.

Forgive me.

What sin couId be more shamefuI

than to ruin the reputation of this convent,

sanctified over centuries?

Your own convent, my daughters.

You honor it with your prayers,
with your purity,

and this sister of yours
has suIIied it with her shame.

And we're supposed to bIush
before the eyes of God and the worId

for your sake?

We can make you disappear,

you've no idea what we can do.

And now dare to Iook me in the eye...

Mother...

may God heIp you...

fasten those ties that are hanging down.

What ties?

What are you taIking about,
you wicked girI?

HoIy Mother, I beg you...

fasten those ties,

and then teII me what you want to say.

Yes, you wicked girI,

this is what I have to say to you.

Look up, sisters,
because this is meant for everyone.

In a corner of your souIs
you are aII wicked women.

Many of you know that...

and keep it hidden.

I don't. I don't hide it.

I am a wicked woman,
because that's how the Lord made us.

Spirit...

and FIesh.

Faith and Sin.

And we shouId gIorify
the AImighty for that too,

who wants his chiIdren free
to know the Beatitudes of the Faith

and the tribuIations of the FIesh.

It's impossibIe to give these things up

because with this cIay he moIded us.

Isabetta...

this is your key.

Go back to your room where someone awaits,

and I wiII return to mine
where someone awaits me.

I wouId ask you to put aside
envy and resentment

and find what we have found
for yourseIves.

Not everyone wiII find it easy.

Nature, unfortunateIy,
did not make us aII equaI.

But it's not impossibIe.

Now, quietIy...

try and enjoy yourseIves
as much as you can.

lt's the story of the falcon.

They told it to me when l was a child,
but l would believe it and laugh and cry.

l loved that falcon and its young master.

They were friends.

Right, I'II start
with CavaIier Federico AIberighi,

young, handsome, weaIthy
and much esteemed with weapons.

Yet IoveIorn for Monna Giovanna,

a beautifuI, respectabIe and Ioving wife.

For her, he had squandered
on banquets, jousts and gifts

aII his weaIth.

But she didn't care,
she totaIIy ignored him.

And Federico became poor,
creditors took all his money.

You'II never have my friend!

He sought solitude
in the only property he had left.

TWO YEARS LATER

She's beautifuI, isn't she?

- Do you know her?
- Yes.

She's been here a year now.

- She came here for her son's sake.
- Is he sick?

It's strange, it comes and goes.

But he's doing weII now,
the fresh air wiII do him good.

It does everyone good.

It wouId have done the master good, too.

Is he dead?

Yes, we were aII very sad.

Yes...

it's Giovanna.

Go and say heIIo to her.

Here you are!

He's my best friend.

And he's your friend too now.

So that means that
you and I are friends too.

If you promise to bring him every morning

and teach me to hoId him.

Yes.

What's he saying?

What's he saying, BeIIindia?

What?

BeIIindia, I don't understand him.

Rinuccio, what are you trying to say?
What are you saying?

Mama, Iook at the faIcon up there.

If you get him for me,
I promise I wiII get better.

You're IoveIy!

He's a hunter too, you know,
Iike your faIcon.

But I want to hoId the faIcon.

And what wiII we do with this puppy?

I'm here...

My son Rinuccio...

Forgive me, I'd Iike to sit down.

It's hot today, isn't it?

I've come here, Federico,
how can I put it...

to compensate you for the damage
your Iove for me has caused.

What damage, Giovanna?
It's been a good thing.

If I am what I am, I owe it
to the Iove I feeI for you.

I've come here
to eat with you, as a friend.

Here, in my home?

Yes.

Here...

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You've gone as white as a sheet.

- I Iive on my own here.
- I knew that.

I cook my own food.

Yes, the game you hunt
with your faIcon, I knew that too.

- You're very good.
- It's not the hunting season now.

- I'II heIp you.
- No, thank you.

Wait here, pIease.

Or over there, the view's better.

I'II go and prepare something.

HeIp me.

What do I do?

She's come to my home

to ask me
for something simpIe, and I...

She won't come again.

You'II be surprised, Federico...

when I teII you my IittIe boy...

When do I teII him?

Before or after we've eaten?

Don't Iook at me Iike that.

This Iinen's nice.

The tabIecIoth's nice too.

What is it, Gubbio Iinen?

Why haven't you eaten anything?

Aren't you feeIing weII?

Federico...

you'II be surprised
when I teII you why I came.

It's been nice, of course...

but I aIso came to ask you for a gift.

A gift?

I am a poor man,
but if it makes you happy...

What kind of gift?

Something you Iove dearIy.

Let's say it's your onIy soIace
amidst your misfortune.

- Your faIcon.
- What?

Your faIcon, Federico!

My son is so obsessed with it,
I'm worried if I don't take it back,

his heaIth wiII deteriorate.

- The faIcon...
- Yes.

There are no faIcons here.

You don't want to, eh?

I see, Federico.

There's my faIcon.

Federico degIi AIberighi!

We're Monna Giovanna's brothers.

No, Iet's taIk here.

I am Ricciardo, the eIdest,
and the first to speak.

I'II be honest with you,
we came here reIuctantIy.

Since her son died,
Giovanna has not Ieft the house.

It's been a year now,
and she must remarry.

We've been back and forth
from FIorence with names of suitors,

the finest in the city, but in vain!

She's not interested.

One day Giovanna caIIed us to her:
"I wiII marry again'', she said...

"as you wish, but onIy one man wiII do...

Federico degIi AIberighi.''

"But Federico doesn't own
a scrap of Iand, you know that!''

"I know'', she repIied.

"He is poor, but you, my brothers,
know not the riches of his souI. I do.''

It's a woman's whim.

You, Federico...

standing there in siIence on your own...

is it a yes or a no?

I've found the drinking fountain.
The water's nice and cooI!

Come on, FiIostrato!
I've found some bIackberries!

Here's the basket.

What are you doing?
We'II do that Iater.

Dioneo's about to begin.

NeifiIe, you sit down too.

Don't be surprised,
but I'm not going to teII you my story.

I've had something eIse
on my mind aII day.

I don't know if you've counted,
but we've been here 1 5 days.

OnIy ten crazy peopIe
couId have hoped to forget

and rediscover the joys of Iife.

And perhaps we have succeeded.

With our ruIes...

I think the chastity ruIe was too much.

But now...

I want to ask you something.

Do we have the courage to admit
that 1 5 nights is a Iong time...

and that the fine weather
cannot Iast much Ionger?

And we may grow tired of each other?

No!

It's just that it's onIy right
we go back where we came from.

No one knows what we'II find there.
Not even you, Dioneo!

Who knows!

When?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

- AII right.
- That's too soon.

- Everyone!
- Just a bit Ionger!

It's raining...

Listen to the raindrops!

FiIostrato, Pampinea, FiIomena,
Lauretta, everyone!

Come over here!

Let's say goodbye now, here,

in this IoveIy rain!

WiII we meet again?
I hope so.

And if we do, we'II remember
our days together in this house.

Tomorrow feeI free to Ieave when you want.

I wiII stay here with some of you
to tidy up the house.

LooseIy based on
GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO'S " DECAMERON''