I have (Gentle Reader) set foorth to thy viewe, two Dialogues of the Reuerende & renowmed Clarke _Erasmus Roterodamus_: whose learning, vertue, and authoritie is of sufficient force to defend his doyngs. But bicause I haue chaunged his eloquent stile, into our English phrase: and thereby altered his liuerie, and embased the perfite grace of his Muse, I am compelled to craue pardon of this my doings, consider I beseeche thee (learned Reader) that if it had still rested in that Noble language wherein hee left it, although thy knowledge had yelded thee greater felicitie than this my trauaile can, yet thousandes, which by this mine indeuour may draw out some sweete sap of these his pleasant and fruitfull doings, might (thorow ignorance) haue wanted thys peece of delyght. Therfore the offence (if any be) is made to _Erasmus_ a má of that pacience in his lyfe, as I assure my self that this my bold dealing with him, can not a whit disquiet his ghost. Harme to thee at all it can not bee, for that I haue not digressed from mine Author. Pleasant and profitable I hope it will be to many of my country folks whose increase in vertue I greatlye desire. Then suffer mee I pray thee to rest with thy quiet and thankfull iudgement: whereby thou shalt vrge me to attempt farther enterprise (perchance to thy delight.) Thus assuring my selfe of thy lawfull fauour, I rest voyde of care of the vnlearneds reproche, if they beyonde their skill shall couet to chat. And wishing to thee thy full delight in learning & to them increase of knoweledge, I bid you both farewel. _FINIS._ Pamphilus, the Louer, _Maria, the woman_ beloued. Good morrowe cruell, good morrow ruthlesse, good morrow (I say) thou stony harted woman. =Maria.= I wishe you the same againe _Pamphilus_ as often, and as muche as you please. And by what name you lyke best to be saluted. But in the meane while it séemeth you haue forgotten my name, my name is _Maria_. =Pamphilus.= It might more rightlye haue béene _Martia_. =Maria.= And why so I beséech you? what haue I to doe with _Mars_? =Pamphilus=: For as that God counteth it but a pastime to murther and kill men, euen so doe you. Herein yet more cruell then _Mars_, for you murther him that hartily loueth you. =Maria.= Good wordes I praye you, where is that heape of deade bodies whom I have murthered? where is the bloud of them which by me are slaine? =Pamphilus.= One lifelesse bodye thou séest present wyth thine eyes, if (pardie) thou seest me. =Ma.= What saye you man? doe you both talke and walke, and yet dead? I pray to God I neuer méete with ghostes more to be feared. =Pam.= Thus thou makest but a laughing matter of it. Nathelesse thou hast reft me wofull creature my life, and more cruelly doest murther me, than if thou should stab me into the body with a weapon, for now am I miserably torne and vexed with long torments. =Maria.= Yea good Lord? tell mee how manye women with childe haue lost their fruite by meeting with you?