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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)

    Enter the Miller, his man Trotter, & Manuile.
    Miller. I tell you sir it is no little greefe to mee,
    880You should so hardly conceit of my daughter,
    Whose honest report, though I saie it,
    Was neuer blotted with any title of defamation.
    Manuile. Father Miller, the repaire of those gentlemen to your (house,
    Hath giuen me great occasion to mislike.
    885Miller. As for those gentlemen, I neuer saw in them
    Any euill intreatie. But should they haue profered it,
    Her chaste minde hath proofe enough to preuent it.
    Trotter. Those gentlemen are as honest as euer I saw:
    For yfaith one of them gaue me six pence
    890To fetch a quart of Seck. See master here they come.
    Enter Mountney and Valingford.
    Miller. Trotter, call Em, now they are here together,
    Ile haue this matter throughly debated,Exit Trotter.
    Mountney. Father, well met. We are come to confer with you.
    895Manuile. Nay; with his daughter rather.
    Valingf. Thus it is father, we are come to craue your friendship (in a matter.
    Miller. Gentlemen as you are strangers to me,
    Yet by the way of courtesie you shall demand
    Any reasonable thing at my hands.
    900Manuile. What is the matter so forward
    They come to craue his good will?
    Valinford. It is giuen vs to vnderstand that your daughter
    Is sudenly become both blinde and deafe.
    Miller. Mary God forbid: I haue sent for her, in deed
    905She hath kept her chamber this three daies.
    It were no litle griefe to me if it should be so.
    Manuile. This is Gods iudgement for her trecherie.
    Enter Trotter leading Em.
    Miller. Gentlemen I feare your words are two true:
    910See where Trotter comes leading of her.
    What ayles my Em, not blinde I hope?
    Em. Mountney and Validgford both together?
    And Manuile, to whom I haue faithfully vowed my loue?
    Now Em suddenly helpe thy selfe.
    915Mountney. This is no desembling Valingford.
    Valingford. If it be; it is cunningly contriued of all sides.
    Em. Trotter lend me thy hand,
    And as thou louest me keep my counsell
    And iustifie what so euer I saie, and Ile largely requite thee.
    920Trott. Ah, that is as much as to saie you would tell a monstrous,
    Terrible, horrible, outragious lie,
    And I shall sooth it, no berlady.
    Em. My present extremitie wills me, if thou loue me Trotter?
    Trotter. That same word loue makes me to doe any thing.
    925Em. Trotter wheres my father?
    He thrusts Em vpon her father.
    Trotter. Why what a blinde dunce are you, can you not see?
    He standeth right before you.
    Em. Is this my father?
    930Good father, giue me leaue to sit
    Where I may not be disturbed,
    Sith God hath visited me both of my sight and hearing.
    Miller. Tell me sweet Em how came this blindnes.
    Thy eyes are louely to looke on,
    935And yet haue they lost the benefit of their sight.
    What a griefe is this to thy poore father?
    Em. Good father let me not stand as an open gazing stock to (euerie one,
    But in a place alone as fits a creature so miserable.
    Miller. Trotter lead her in, the vtter ouerthrow
    940Of poore Goddards ioy and onely solace.
    Exit the Miller, Trotter and Em.
    Manuile. Both blinde and deafe, then is she no wife for me;
    And glad am I so good occasion is hapned:
    Now will I away to Manchester,
    945And leaue these gentlemen to their blinde fortune.Exit Manuile
    Mountney. Since fortune hath thus spitefully crost our hope,
    Let vs leaue this guest and harken after our King,
    Who is at this day landed at Lirpoole.Exit Mountney.
    Valingford. Goe my Lord, Ile follow you.
    950Well, now Mountney is gone
    Ile staie behind to solicit my loue,
    For I imagine that I shall find this but a fained inuention
    Thereby to haue vs leaue off our suits.