vnder Him, that taught the Prince of Nauarre, now the valorous king of Fraunce. Be thou Antony, the flowing Oratour, like Dooue, or the skilfull Heralde, like Clarentius; and euer remember _thy Portugall voyage_ vnder Don Antonio. The beginning of vertuous Proceedings is the one halfe of honorable actions. Be yourselues in hope, and what yourselues desire in effect: and I haue attained some portion of my request. For you cannot wish so exceeding-well vnto me, but I am as ready with tongue, and minde, to wish a great-deale better vnto you, and to reacquite you with a large vsury of most-affectionate prayers, recommending you to the diuine giftes and gratious blessings of Heauen. May / it please the fauorable Reader, to voutsafe me the Curtesie of his Patience, vntill he hath thoroughly perused the whole Discourse at his howers of leysure (for such scriblings are hardly worth the vacantest howers): I am not to importune him any farther; but would be glad he might finde the Whole lesse tedious in the end, then some Parts in the beginning, or midst; or, at-least, that one peece might helpe to furnish-out amendes for an other. And so taking my leaue with the kindest Farewell of a most thankfull minde, I desist from wearying him with a tedious Preface, whom I am likely to tire with so many superfluous Discourses. Howbeit might it happely please the sweetest Intercessour to ensweeten the bitterest gall of Spite, and to encalme the roughest tempest of Rage, I could cordially wish that _Nashes S. Fame_ might be the Period of my Inuectiues: and _the excellent Gentlewoman_, my patronesse, or rather Championesse in this quarrel, is meeter by nature, and fitter by nurture, to be an enchaunting Angell, with her white quill, then a tormenting Fury with her blacke inke. It remaineth at the election of one, whom God indue with more discretion. At London: this 16. of July, 1593. The inuiolable frend of his entire frendes, Gabriell Haruey. / _Her owne Prologue, or Demurr._ O Muses, may a wooman poore, and blinde, A Lyon-draggon, or a Bull-beare binde? Ist possible for puling wench to tame _The furibundall Champion of Fame?_ He brandisheth the whurlewinde in his mouth, And thunderbolteth so-confounding shott: Where such a Bombard-goblin, North, or South, With drad Pen-powder, and the conquerous pott? Silly it is, that I can sing, or say: And shall I venture such a blustrous fray? Hazard not, panting quill, thy aspen selfe: Hel'e murther thy conceit, and braine thy braine. Spare me, ô super domineering Elfe, And most, _railipotent_ for euer raine, _Si Tibi vis ipsi parcere, parce Mihi._ _Her Counter-sonnet, or Correction of her owne Preamble._