was come into a forrest adioyning to the sea to hunt, accompanied by a gallant troupe of Knights, who sheltring 〈◊〉〈◊〉 from the storme vnder the craggie cliffes, behelde the miserable 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and sawe Parismenos swim to shore, and so strangely preserued from drow∣ning, vnto whom he came as hée was sitting vppon a sunnie bancke, and demaunded of whence he was. Parismenos beholding his reue∣rend age, and the troupe of Knights that attended him, rose from the ground, and with great humilitie bowed his bodie, making this aun∣swere. I am a miserable man, by crueltie of the seas cast on this shore, hauing lost my faithfull friend, drenched in the spacious gulfes, being my selfe reserued to furthr miseries, my name is hidden from my selfe, neither know I certainely in what countrie I was borne, nor where my Parents remaine, & now am cast into an vnknowne place, and miserably left to the wide world, to indure such hard for∣tune as my vnluckie starres haue allotted me.
Amasenus hearing his answere, and withall, noting his tall and comely proportion and beautifull countenaunce, though by his spéech that his sences were altered with feare of them, tempest, & care for the losse of his friends, that he thus replyed. I perceiue feare of drowning hath made you forget both your selfe, your name, and countrie, which feare now shake off, since all the perill is past, and leaue to greeue for their losse that are inrecouerable, and go with me to my Castle, and to such entertainment as the same yeeldeth, you shal be welcome. I most humbly thanke you (quoth he) for this kindnesse, but whereas you thinke, that feare hath made me forget myselfe, you altogither ayme amisse, for I haue reported of my selfe nothing but trueth. Then stept foorth Corus (a suspitious, and enuious Knight) my Lord (quoth he) it is some Pirate that liueth by spoyle of passengers, and hath heere∣tofore done you some mischiefe, which maketh him thus cunningly dissemble
Parismenos hearing his spéeches, could not containe himselfe, but made this answere. Most discourteous knight, neither thy selfe, nor any of this countrie whatsoeuer, shal make me dissēbld, or once falsifie my word, and were it not that the strangers of this place, and the re∣uerance I beare to this curteous Lord, withholdeth me, I would euen presently make thée eate that word, & turne it backe into thy dishono∣rable throat. Corus being a knight of a proude courage, was so vexed with that reply, that he intreated Amasenus to giue him leaue to re∣uenge