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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 Manuile alone disguised.
    Manuile. Ah Em the subiect of my restlesse thoughts,
    The Anuyle whereupon my heart doth beat,
    280Framing thy state to thy desert,
    Full ill this life becomes thy heauenly looke,
    Wherein sweete loue and vertue sits enthroned.
    Bad world, where riches is esteemed aboue them both,
    In whose base eyes nought else is bountifull.
    285A Millers daughter saies the multitude,
    Should not be loued of a gentleman.
    But let them breath their soules into the ayre:
    Yet will I still affect thee as my selfe.
    So thou be constant in thy plighted vow,
    290But here comes one, I will listen to his talke.
    Enter Valingford at another dore, disguised. Manuile staies
    Valingford. Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue. hiding him-
    Seeke thou a mynion in a forren land selfe.
    Whilest I draw backe and court my loue at home,
    295The Millers daughter of faire Manchester
    Hath bound my feet to this delightsome soyle:
    And from her eyes do dart such golden beames,
    That holds my heart in her subiection.
    Manuile, He ruminates on my beloued choyce:
    300God grant he come not to preuent my hope.
    But heres another, him yle listen to.
    Enter Mountney disguised at another dore.
    L. Mountney. Nature vniust, in vtterance of thy art,
    To grace a pesant with a Princes fame:
    305Pesant am I so to mis-terme my loue
    Although a Millers daughter by her birth:
    Yet may her beautie and her vertues well suffice
    To hide the blemish of her birth in hell,
    Where neither enuious eyes nor thought can pierce,
    310But endlesse darknesse euer smother it.
    Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue,
    Whilest I draw backe and court mine owne the while:
    Decking her bodie with such costly robes
    As may become her beauties worthinesse,
    315That so thy labours may be laughed to scorne,
    And she thou seekest in forraine regions,
    Be darkned and eclipst when she arriues,
    By one that I haue chosen neerer home.
    Manuile. What comes he to, to intercept my loue?
    320Then hye thee Manuile to forestall such foes.Exit Manuile.
    Mountney. What now Lord Valingford are you behinde?
    The king had chosen you to goe with him.
    Valingford. So chose he you, therefore I maruell much
    That both of vs should linger in this sort.
    325What may the king imagine of our stay?
    Mountney. The king may iustly think we are to blame:
    But I imagin'd I might well be spared
    And that no other man had borne my minde.
    Valingford. The like did I: in frendship then resolue
    330What is the cause of your vnlookt for stay?
    Mountney. Lord Valingford I tell thee as a friend,
    Loue is the cause why I haue stayed behind.
    Valinford. Loue my Lord? of whom?
    Mountney. Em the millers daughter of Manchester.
    335Valingford. But may this be?
    Mountney. Why not my Lord? I hope full well you know
    That loue respectes no difference of state
    So beautie serue to stir affection.
    Valingford. But this it is that makes me wonder most,
    340That you and I should be of one conceit
    In such a strange vnlikely passion.
    Mountney. But is that true? my Lord: I hope you do but iest.
    Valingford. I would I did: then were my griefe the lesse.
    Mountney. Nay neuer grieue: for if the cause be such
    345To ioyne our thoughts in such a Sympathy:
    All enuie set aside: let vs agree
    To yeeld to eithers fortune in this choyce.
    Valingford. Content say I, and what so ere befall,
    Shake hands my Lord and fortune thriue at all.Exeunt.