_I could heere (eeuen with the feather of my pen) wipe off other ridiculous |40| imputations: but my best way to answer them, is to laugh at them: onely thus much I protest (and sweare by the diuinest part of true Poesie) that (howsoeuer the limmes of my naked lines may bee and I know haue bin, tortur’d on the racke) they are free from conspiring the least disgrace to any man, but onely to our new_ Horace; _neyther should this ghost of_ Tucca, |45| _haue walkt vp and downe Poules Church-yard, but that hee was raiz’d vp (in print) by newe_ Exorcismes. World, _if thy_ Hugenes _will beleiue this: doe, if not, I care not: for I dedicate my booke not to thy_ Greatnes, _but to the_ Greatnes of thy scorne: _Defying which, let that mad Dog_ Detraction _bite till his teeth bee worne to the stumps_: Enuy _feede thy |50| Snakes so fat with poyson till they burst_: World, _let all thy Adders shoote out their_ Hidra-headed-forked _Stinges_, Ha, Ha, Nauci; _if none will take my part, (as I desire none) yet I thanke thee (thou true_ Venusian Horace) _for these good wordes thou giu’st me_: Populus me sibylat at mihi plaudo. World _farewell_. Malim Conuiuis quam placuisse Cocis. _Ad Lectorem_ In steed of the Trumpets sounding thrice, before the Play begin: it shall not be amisse (for him that will read) first to beholde this short Comedy of Errors, and where the greatest |60| enter, to giue them in stead of a hisse, a gentle correction. In letter C. Page. I. for, Whom I adorn’d as Subiects: Read, Whom I ador’d as, &c. In Letter C Pa. 3. for, Ile starte thence poore: Read, Ile starue their poore, &c. |65| In Letter C Pa. 6. for, her white cheekes with her dregs and bottome: Read, her white cheekes with the dregs and, &c. In the same Page, for, Strike off the head of Sin: Read, Strike off the swolne head, &c. In the same Page, for, that of fiue hundred, foure hundred fiue |70| Read, that of fiue hundred: foure. In Letter G. pa. 1. for, this enterchanging of languages: Read, this enterchange of language. In Letter L. pa. 5 for, And stinging insolence should: Read, And stinking insolence, &c. _The Vntrussing of the Humorous Poet._ _Enter two Gentlewomen strewing of flowers._ 1. Come bedfellow come, strew apace, strew, strew: in good troth tis pitty that these flowers must be trodden vnder feete as |80| they are like to bee anon. 2. Pitty, alacke pretty heart, thou art sorry to see any good thing fall to the ground: pitty? no more pitty, then to see an Innocent Maydenhead deliuered vp to the ruffling of her new-wedded husband. Beauty is made for vse, and hee that will not |85| vse a sweete soule well, when she is vnder his fingers, I pray _Venus_ he may neuer kisse a faire and a delicate, soft, red, plump-lip. 1. Amen, and that’s torment enough.