87Enter the Miller, and Em his daughter.
90And gentleman of no meane discent,
91To vndertake this homelie millers trade:
96Their gentle neckes vnto their stubborne yoke,
98Sir Thomas Godard now old Goddard is
99Goddard the miller of faire Manchester.
103To ioyne with mine that thus we may protect
104Our harmeles liues, which ledd in greater port
105Would be an enuious obiect to our foes,
106That seeke to roote all Britaines Gentrie
107From bearing countenance against their tyrannie.
113And that all toyles my hands may vndertake,
114May serue to worke your worthines content.
118My state reuyued and I in former plight.
119Although our outward pomp be thus abased,
121Let vs retaine those honorable mindes
123Wherein true gentrie is the only meane
125Though we expect no knightly delicates,
129As if we were in our presedent way.
130And louely daughter, since thy youthfull yeares
132And that sweete loue vnpartiall perceiues
135The true discouerers of a Virgins due
136Now requisite, now that I know thy mynde
137Somthing enclynde to fauour Manuils sute,
138A gentleman, thy Louer in protest:
139And that thou maist not be by loue deceiued,
142Regard thine honour. Let not vehement sighes
143Nor earnest vowes importing feruent loue,
145For that transformed to former sweete delight,
148Of proofe to keepe out all inchaunting vowes,
150Are they that make deformed Ladies faire,
151Poore wretch, and such intycing men,
153Shall in perseuerance of a Virgins due
156But hoe: where is Trotter?
157Here enters Trotter the Millers man to them: And they
158within call to him for their gryste.
159Trotter. Wheres Trotter? why Trotter is here.
160yfaith, you and your daughter go vp and downe weeping,
161And wamenting and keeping of a wamentation,
162As who should saye, the Mill would go with your wamenting.
164Trotter. Why yonder is a company of yong men and maydes
166my stones be readie to grinde it. But yfaith, I would I coulde
167breake winde enough backward: you should not tarrie for your
168gryst I warrant you. Here he [...]
170Trotter. Iwis you will when I cannot. Why looke, necke.
171You haue a Mill. Why, whats your Mill without mee?
172Or rather Mistres, what were I without you?
173Em. Nay Trotter, if you fall achyding, I wil giue you ouer.
174Trotter. I chyde you dame to amend you.
175You are too fyne to be a Millers daughter:
177You will haue the crampe in your finger
178At least ten weekes after.
184Yea, and to make the mill to goe with the verie force of my loue.
185Here they must call for their gryst within.