Nash then passes from these lacklatins, whom he leaves 'to the mercy of their mother-tongue, that feed on nought but the crumbs that fall from the translator's trencher,' to Greene's Menaphon, which he praises, first, for the rapidity of its composition, and secondly, for being original, and not stolen from a foreign source; and then he digresses into an abuse of Martin Mar-Prelate, and its supposed author Penry.
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