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IF my Eloquence were in the smallest proportion answerable (HIGH and MIGHTIS PRINCE) to the glorie and brightnes of your vertues, and to the pompe and splendor of this roy all assemblie, & staitlie throng, then might I haue most certaine hope to performe this task which by the most reverend Prae∣lat & Citizens of this your loving Citie is praescribed unto mee: but knowing al that is in mee humble and weak, and seing euerie thing heere a∣bout mee magnificent high and glorious, I am become like one tutched with à Torpedo, or seen of a VVoulfe, and my words, as affrayed, ar loath to come out of my mouth: but it shall be no dis∣honour to mee to succombe in that for the which few or none can be sufficientlie able. What Orator either of the old world, or of these after-tymes were accomplished enough to speake before so Excellent and learned à Prince? and can condignlie ma∣nifest the vnmeasurable happines of this triumphing day? Had I as many tongues as there bee heere eyes which gaze vpon mee, and if euerie one of them should flow with as deepe a torrent of eloquence as either that of Demosthenes did at Athens, or that of Tullies at Rome, they were all but vnworthie to performe this first office, and all too too few for that last.
O day worthie to bee marked with the most orient and brightest pearles of Inde, or with them which that enamoured Queene of Nile did macerat to her as valorous as vnfortunat Lover? O day more glorious (becaus without blood) then that in which at the cō mand of that imperious Captain the Sūne stayed his course & forgot the other hemisphere? Thou hast brought vs againe our Prince by three Diadems more glorious than hee was in that last day when with bleeding harts and weeping eyes wee left him. Those who never looked on our horizon, but as fatall comets, nor ever did visit vs, but heavie with armes, and thirstie of blood, Thou O day, as benigne planets, freinds, and compatriots bringest vnto vs.
But if wee owe so much vnto thee, ô day, what ar wee owen to him who made thee? faire lamp of the world, this day is none of thyn: but, Mightie Prince it is from thee that we enjoy it. For were not by thee wee had still continued in our old cimmerian night, à night of discord, hatred, envye, a night of civile broyles, mischef