ABSTRACT
The divine words barely had ended than, rising to their feet, the nymphs ran toward Ameto. And he continued to stand so stupefied in admiration of Venus that he did not feel himself taken by his Lia, until finally, having cast his boorish garments off him, she plunged him into the clear font, where he felt himself wholly cleansed. And having removed all defects from him, she rendered him pure to Fiammetta, who placed him before the goddess in the spot from which he had been taken.
