86.1[Scene 2]
Enter [Goddard disguised as] the Miller and Em, his daughter.
Come, daughter, we must learn to shake off pomp,
To leave the state that erst beseemed a knight
90And gentleman of no mean descent,
To undertake this homely miller’s trade.
Thus must we mask to save our wretched lives,
Threatened by conquest of this hapless isle,
Whose sad invasions by the Conqueror
95Have made a number such as we subject
Their gentle necks unto their stubborn yoke
Of drudging labour and base peasantry.
Sir Thomas Goddard now Old Goddard is,
Goddard the miller of fair Manchester.
100Why should not I content me with this state,
As good Sir Edmund Trafford did the flail?
And thou, sweet Em, must stoop to high estate
To join with mine, that thus we may protect
Our harmless lives, which led in greater port
105Would be an envious object to our foes
That seek to root all Britain’s gentry
From bearing countenance against their tyranny.
Good father, let my full resolvèd thoughts
With settled patience to support this chance
110Be some poor comfort to your agèd soul.
For therein rests the height of my estate,
That you are pleased with this dejection
And that all toils my hands may undertake
May serve to work your worthiness’ content.
115Thanks, my dear daughter. These thy pleasant words
Transfer my soul into a second heaven
And in thy settled mind my joys consist,
My state revived, and I in former plight.
Although our outward pomp be thus abased
120And thralled to drudging, stay-less of the world,
Let us retain those honorable minds
That lately governed our superior state,
Wherein true gentry is the only mean
That makes us differ from base millers born.
125Though we expect no knightly delicates
Nor thirst in soul for former sovereignty,
Yet may our minds as highly scorn to stoop
To base desires of vulgars’ worldliness,
As if we were in our precèdent way.
130And, lovely daughter, since thy youthful years
Must needs admit as young affectiòns,
And that sweet love unpartially receives
Her dainty subjects through every part,
In chief receive these lessons from my lips
135(The true discoverers of a virgin’s due
Now requisite). Now that I know thy mind
Something inclined to favour Manville’s suit
(A gentleman, thy lover in protest),
And that thou mayst not be by love deceived,
140But try his meaning fit for thy desert:
In pursuit of all amorous desires,
Regard thine honour. Let not vehement sighs
Nor earnest vows importing fervent love
Render thee subject to the wrath of lust.
145For that, transformed to former sweet delight,
Will bring thy body and thy soul to shame.
Chaste thoughts and modest conversations
Of proof to keep out all enchanting vows,
Vain sighs, forced tears, and pitiful aspects
150Are they that make deformèd ladies fair,
Poor rich. And such enticing men,
That seek of all but only present grace,
Shall in perseverance of a virgin’s due
Prefer the most refusers to the choice
155Of such a soul as yielded what they sought.
But ho! Where is Trotter?
Here enters Trotter, the Miller’s man, to them. And they within call to him for their grist.
Where’s Trotter? Why, Trotter is here. 160I’faith, you and your daughter go up and down weeping and waymenting, and keeping of a waymentation, as who should say, ‘The mill would go with your waymenting’.
How now, Trotter? Why complain’st thou so?
Why, yonder is a company of young men and maids 165keep such a stir for their grist, that they would have it before my stones be ready to grind it. But i’faith, I would I could break wind enough backward! [Calling within] You should not tarry for your grist, I warrant you.
Content thee, Trotter. I will go pacify them.
170Iwis you will, when I cannot. Why look, you have a mill. Why, what’s your mill without me?
Here he taketh Em about the neck.
Or rather, mistress, what were I without you?
Nay, Trotter, if you fall a-chiding, I will give you over.
I chide you, dame, to amend you. 175You are too fine to be a miller’s daughter, for if you should but stoop to take up the tole-dish you will have the cramp in your finger at least ten weeks after.
Ah, well said, Trotter. Teach her to play the good huswife, 180and thou shalt have her to thy wife, if thou canst get her good will.
Ah, words wherein I see matrimony come loaden with kisses to salute me. Now let me alone to pick the mill, to fill the hopper, to take the toll, to mend the sails, yea, and to make the mill to go with the very force of my love.
185Here they must call for their grist within.
[Calling within] I come, I come! I’faith, now you shall have your grist, or else Trotter will trot and amble himself to death.
They call him again.