The Widow went into the room of the old mistress of the
house and quickly took off her clothing and dressed in a perfumed
blouse, and a skirt of black velvet. With her blouse completely
unfastened she went into the bedchamber and lay down beside
Tirant very boldly and shamelessly, and said:
"If you knew the hardships my soul endures for love, you could
not help but have pity on me. Where will you find greater
affection than mine in any woman? It would be more to your glory
to have me always in your chambers or in your tents, serving you
in every way that I can, than to love a false maiden who is given
over to a black captive Moor. Take me as a servant and as one
who loves you more than her own life."
"My lady," said Tirant, "please don't torment my sad soul. I
can't give an answer to anything you've said. I can only tell
you that I could not forget Her Majesty any more than I could
renounce my faith."
The Widow said:
"Since you don't want to love me, at least let me lie next to you
a while, completely naked.
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