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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.
    140But try his meaning fit for thy desert,
    In pursuit of all amorous desires,
    Regard thine honour. Let not vehement sighes
    Nor earnest vowes importing feruent loue,
    Render thee subiect to the wrath of lust:
    145For that transformed to former sweet delight,
    Will bring thy body and thy soule to shame.
    Chaste thoughts and modest conuersations,
    Of proofe to keepe out all inchaunting vowes,
    Vaine sighes, forst teares, and pittifull aspects,
    150Are they that make deformed Ladies faire,
    Poore wretch, and such inticing men,
    That seeke of all but onely present grace,
    Shall in perseuerance of a Virgins due
    Prefer the most refusers to the choyce
    155Of such a soule as yeelded what they thought.
    But hoe: where is Trotter?
    Here enters Trotter the Millers man to them: and they
    within call to him for their grist.
    Trotter. Wheres Trotter? why Trotter is here.
    160Yfaith, you and your daughter go vp and downe weeping,
    And wamenting and keeping of a wamentation,
    As who should say, the Mill would goe with your wamenting.
    Miller. How now Trotter? why complainest thou so?
    Trotter. Why yonder is a company of young men and maids
    165Keepe such a stir for their grist, that they would haue it before
    My stones be readie to grind it. But yfaith, I would I coulde
    Breake winde enough backward: you should not tarrie for your
    Grist I warrant you.
    Miller. Content thee Trotter, I will go pacifie them.Here he ta-
    170Trotter. Iwis you will when I cannot. Why looke, keth Em a-
    You haue a Mill. Why whats your Mill without mee? bout the neck.
    Or rather Mistres, what were I without you?
    Em. Nay Trotter, if you fall achiding, I will giue you ouer.
    Trotter. I chide you dame to amend you.
    175You are too fine to be a Millers daughter:
    For