Cervantes to speak of this book in terms which look like praise, or which could possibly be supposed to imply any thing like commendation? I persevered through the Italian translation, and the disgust which it excited was certainly rewarded by many curious passages; but considered as a whole, never did I meet with any work which implied so beastly a stale of feeling in the author.
It begins with a Count William of Varoich taking leave of his wife, under a pretense of going to the Holy Land, and turning hermit near his own home. So far it is the story of my old friend Guy. This hermit recovers England from the Moors, and then returns to his hermitage. Great feasts are made for his victories Tirante sees him as he is on the way to court upon this occasion, and visits him again on his return, when the history of his exploits there is related by his kinsman Deofebo. Tirante then goes to Rhodes, which the Genoese
