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  • Title: Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)
  • Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby

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    Author: Anonymous
    Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
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    Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)

    of Manchester.
    Oft times resort to see and to be seene,
    Walking the street fast by thy fathers dore,
    430Whose glauncing eyes vp to windowes cast,
    Giues testies of their Maisters amorous heart.
    This Em is noted and too much talked on,
    Some see it without mistrust of ill.
    Others there are that scorning grin thereat,
    435And saith, there goes the Millers daughters wooers.
    Ah me, whome chiefly and most of all it doth concerne
    To spend my time in griefe and vex my soule,
    To thinke my loue should be rewarded thus,
    And for thy sake abhorre all women kind,
    440Em. May not a maid looke vpon a man
    Without suspitious iudgement of the world?
    Manuile. If sight do moue offence, it is the better not to see.
    But thou didst more vnconstant as thou art,
    For with them thou hadst talke and conference.
    445Em. May not a maid talke with a man without mistrust?
    Manuile. Not with such men suspected amorous.
    Em. I grieue to see my Manuiles ielosie
    Manuile. Ah Em, faithfull loue is full of ielosie,
    So did I loue thee true and faithfully,
    450For which I am rewarded most vnthankfully.
    Exit in a rage, Manet Em,
    And so awaie? what in displeasure gone?
    And left me such a bitter sweete to gnaw vpon?
    Ah Manuile, little wottest thou,
    455How neere this parting goeth to my heart.
    Vncourteous loue whose followers reaps reward,
    Of hate disdaine, reproach and infamie,
    The fruit franticke, bedlame ielousie.
    Here enter Mountney to Em.
    460But here comes one of these suspitious men:
    Witnes my God without desert of me:
    For onely Manuile honor I in harte:
    Nor shall vnkindnesse cause me from him to start.
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