A reply unto M. Hardinges answerA replie vnto M. Hardinges ansvveare

Ye say, Who so ever shall attempt to answer your Book, shall sweat in vain. His labour shall be, as was the Commendation of Baldness, or of Ignorance, or of Folly: as a flourish, as a Smoke, as a Smother, and as, I know not what. The force of your Eloquence is so invincible: No Trueth is able to withstand it. Such affiance ye would seem to have in the beauty of your Cause.

Ye saye, VVho so euer shal attempte to ansvveare your Booke, shal sweate in vaine. His labour shalbe, as vvas the Commendation of Baldenesse, or of Ignorance, or of Folie: as a floorishe, as a Smoke, as a Smooder, and as, I know not what. The force of your Eloquence is so inuincible: No Trueth is hable to withstande it. Suche affiance ye woulde seeme to haue in the bewtie of your Cause.

Here, I beseech you, give me leave, once again to put you in remembrance of the Contents, and Substance of your travails. Think you in soothe, M. Harding, or would ye have us to think, that your maimed Allegations: your untrue Translations: your wrested Expositions: your Councils never holden: your Canons never, nor made, nor seen: your Epistles never Written: your Amphilochius, your Obadiah, your Clemens, your Leontius, your Hippolytus, and other like fabulous pamphlets, and forgeries, so lately found out, so long lacked, and never missed: your Additions, your Diminutions, your Alterations, your Corruptions of the Doctors: your Contrarieties, and Contradictions against your self: your Surmises, your Guesses, your Dreams, your Visions: your Elenches, your Fallacies, your silly Syllogisms, without either Mood, or Figure, or Sequel in Reason: and, to conclude, your Untruths, so plain, so evident, so manifest, and so many can never be answered? Is Simple Trueth become so weak? Or, is Error, and Falsehood grown so strong?

Here, I beseeche you, geue me leaue, once againe to put you in remembrance of the Contentes, and Substance of your trauailes. Thinke you in soothe, M. Harding, or woulde ye haue vs to thinke, that your maimed Allegations: your vntrue Translations: your wreasted Expositions: your Councelles neuer holden: your Canons neuer, nor made, nor seene: your Epistles neuer VVritten: your Amphilochius, your Abdias, your Clemens, your Leontius, your Hippolytus, and other like fabulous pamflettes, and forgeries, so lately founde out, so longe lacked, and neuer missed: your Additions, your Diminutions, your Alterations, your Corruptions of the Doctours: your Contrarieties, and Contradictions against your selfe: your Surmises, your Gheasses, your Dreames, your Visions: your Elenches, your Fallacies, your seely Syllogismes, without either Moode, or Figure, or Sequele in Reason: and, to conclude, your Vntruethes, so plaine, so euidente, so manifest, and so many can neuer be answeared? Is Simple Trueth become so weake? Or, is Errour, and Falshead growen so stronge?