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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
    Zweno. Shamelesse persisting in thy ill,
    Thou doest maintaine a manifest vntroth,
    As shee shall iustifie vnto thy teeth.
    1325Rosilio, fetch her and the Marques hither.
    Exit Rosilio for Mariana.

    William. It cannot be I should be so deceiued.
    Demarch, I heare this night among the souldiers,
    That in their watch they tooke a pensiue Ladie:
    1330Who at the appoyntment of the Lord Dirot is yet in keeping:
    What shee is I know not,
    Onely thus much I ouer-hard by chance.
    William. And what of this?
    Demarch. It may be Blanch the King of Denmarkes daughter.
    1335William. It may be so: but on my lyfe it is not;
    Yet Demarch, goe and fetch her straight.

    Enter Rosilio with the Marques.
    Rosilio. Pleaseth your highnes, here is the Marques and Mariana.
    Zweno, See here Duke William, your competitors,
    1340That were consenting to my daughters scape:
    Let them resolue you of the truth herein,
    And here I vow and solemnely protest,
    That in thy presence they shall lose their heads,
    Vnlesse I heare where as my daughter is.
    1345William. O Marques Lubeck how it grieueth me,
    That for my sake thou shouldest indure these bondes.
    Beiudge my soule that feeles the martirdome.
    Marques. Duke William, you know it is for your cause,
    It pleaseth thus the King to misconceiue of me,
    1350And for his pleasure doth me iniurie.

    Enter Demarch with the Ladie Blanch.
    Demarch. May it please your highnesse.
    Here is the Ladie you sent me for.
    William. Away Demarch, what tellest thou me of Ladies?
    I so