¶How Apuleius fell in loue with Fotis.
Cap. 9.
WHen I was within the house I foūd my déere and swéete loue Fotis minsing of meate, and makinge potage for her Master and Mistris, the cupborde was all set with wines, and I thought I smelled the sauer of some deintie meates, she had about her middle a white and cleane apron, and she was gir∣ded about her bodie vnder her pappes with a swathell of redde silke, and she stirred the potte and turned the meate with her fayre and white handes, in such sorte that with stirringe and turninge the same, her loines, and hippes did likewise moue and shake, whiche was in my minde a comely sight to sée. These thinges when I sawe, I was halfe amased, and stoode musinge with my selfe, and my courage came then vpon me, whiche before was skant. And I spake vnto Fotis merely, and said: O Futis, how trimly you can stirre the potte, and how finelie (with shakinge your buttockes) you can make potage. O happy and twise happy is he to whom you giue leaue & licence but to touche you there: Then she being likewise merely disposed gan answeare: De∣part