To the right honourable James, earl of Northampton and Isabella, his most virtuous Lady, all increase of health and prosperity.

Right Honourable,

This critical age visibly discovers to what disadvantage I must thrust this poor play into the world, so that I am forced to lay hold on discretion, the greatest part of valour, for my defence. For although I well know they may find fault with my wit, I am sure they cannot condemn my judgment in humbly choosing your Honours' patrons to these poor friendless Sicilians, which when sheltered under your wings, will, though not from malice, yet be free in mercy to themselves from their venting it. Right Honourable, it is only your pardons I beg, which, out of that propensity to goodness, which is natural in you, I doubt not of; as of your encouragement to enable me more serviceable in a larger manner, to confirm that I must live and die your Honours' most humble and most faithful servant.

Cosmo Manuche.