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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)

    The Millers daughter
    And is this morning sent for to aunswer the matter:
    Here enters
    And I think here he comes. What Sir Robert of Windsor how now?
    Sir Robert of
    Sir Robert. Ifaith my Lord a prisoner: but what ailes your arme?
    Windsor with
    Lubeck. Hurt the last night by mischance.
    a Gaylor.
    540Sir Robert. What, not in the maske at the Court gate?
    Lubeck. Yes trust me there.
    Sir Rob. Why then my Lord I thank you for my nights lodging.
    Lubeck. And I you for my hurt, if it were so;
    Keeper awaie, I discharge you of your prisoner.Exit the Keeper.
    545Sir Rob. Lord Marques, you offerd me disgrace to shoulder me.
    Lubeck. Sir I knew you not, and therefore you must pardon me
    And the rather it might be alleaged to me of
    Meere simplicitie, to see another daunce with my Mistris
    Disguised, and I my selfe in presence: but seeing it
    550Was our haps to damnifie each other vnwillingly,
    Let vs be content with our harmes,
    And lay the fault where it was, and so become friends.
    Sir Robert. Yfaith I am content with my nights lodging
    If you be content with your hurt.
    555Lubeck. Not content that I haue it, but content
    To forget how I came by it.
    Sir Robert. My Lord, here comes Ladie Blanch, lets away.
    Enter Blanch.
    Lubeck. With good will, Ladie you will stay?
    560Exit Lubeck and Sir Robert.
    Mariana. Madam.
    Blanch. Mariana, as I am grieued with thy presence:
    So am I not offended for thy absence,
    And were it not a breach to modestie,
    565Thou shouldest know before I left thee.
    Mariana. How neare is this humor to madnesse
    If you hold on as you begin, you
    are in a pretty way to scolding.
    Blanch. To sculding huswife?
    570Mariana. Madam here comes one.
    Here enters one with a letter.
    Blanch.