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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 Marques Lubeck, and Mariana.
    520Mariana. Trust me my Lord, I am sorry for your hurt.
    Lubeck. Gramercie Madam: but it is not great:
    Onely a thrust, prickt with a Rapiers point.
    Mariana. How grew the quarrell my Lord?
    Lubeck. Sweet Ladie, for thy sake.
    525There was this last night two maskes in one company.
    My selfe the formost: The other strangers were:
    Amongst the which, when the Musick began to sound the Mea-(sures,
    Each Masker made choice of his Ladie:
    And one more forward then the rest stept towards thee:
    530Which I perceiuing thrust him aside, and tooke thee my selfe.
    But this was taken in so ill part,
    That at my comming out of the court gate, with iustling together,
    It was my chance to be thrust into the arme.
    The doer thereof because he was the originall cause of the disorder
    535At that inconuenient time, was presently committed,
    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.
    Blaunch. There doth indeed. Fellow wouldest thou haue any
    Thing with any body here?
    Messenger. I haue a letter to deliuer to the Ladie Mariana.
    575Blaunch. Giue it me.
    Messen. There must none but shee haue it.
    Blaunch snatcheth the letter from him, Et exit messenger.
    Go to foolish fellow.
    And therefore to ease the anger I sustaine,
    580Ile be so bold to open it, whats here?
    Sir Robert greets you well?
    Your Maistries, his loue, his life; Oh amorous man,
    How he entertaines his new Maistres;
    And bestowes on Lubeck his odde friend
    585A horne night cap to keepe in his wit.
    Mariana. Madam though you haue discourteously
    Read my letter, yet I pray you giue it me.
    Blaunch. Then take it there, and there, and there.
    She teares it. Et exit Blaunch.
    590Mariana. How far doth this differ from modestie:
    Yet will I gather vp the peeces, which haply
    May shew to me the intent thereof
    Though not the meaning.
    She gathers vp the peeces and ioynes them.
    595Mariana. Your seruant and loue sir Robert of Windsor
    Alius William the Conqueror, wisheth long health and happinesse.
    Is this William the Conqueror, shrouded vnder
    The name of sir Robert of Windsor?
    Were he the Monarch of the world
    600He should not disposesse Lubeck of his loue.
    Therefore I will to the Court, and there if I can
    Close to be freinds with Ladie Blaunch,
    And thereby keepe Lubeck my loue for my selfe:
    And further the Ladie Blanch in her sute as much as I may.Exit.
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