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  • Title: Fair Em (Modern)
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    Fair Em (Modern)

    188.1[Scene 3]
    Enter [Sueno], King of Denmark, with some attendants; Blanche, his 190daughter; Mariana; Marquis Lübeck; [and] William, disguised [as Sir Robert of Windsor].
    Sueno
    Lord Marquis Lübeck, welcome home.
    [To William] Welcome, brave knight, unto the Denmark king.
    For William始s sake, the noble Norman duke,
    195So famous for his fortunes and success
    That graceth him with name of ‘Conqueror始,
    Right double welcome must thou be to us.
    William
    And to my lord the king shall I recount
    Your grace始s courteous entertainment
    200That for his sake vouchsafe to honour me,
    A simple knight attendant on his grace.
    Sueno
    But say, Sir Knight, what may I call your name?
    William
    Robert Windsor, and like your majesty.
    Sueno
    I tell thee, Robert, I so admire the man
    205As that I count it heinous guilt in him
    That honours not Duke William with his heart.
    Blanche, bid this stranger welcome, good my girl.
    Blanche
    Sir,
    Should I neglect your highness始 charge herein
    It might be thought of base discourtesy.
    210Welcome, Sir Knight, to Denmark heartily.
    William
    Thanks, gentle lady. [Aside to Lübeck] Lord Marquis, what is she?
    Lübeck
    That same is Blanche, daughter to the king,
    The substance of the shadow that you saw.
    William
    [Aside] May this be she for whom I crossed the seas?
    215I am ashamed to think I was so fond
    In whom there始s nothing that contends my mind:
    Ill head, worse featured, uncomely, nothing courtly,
    Swart and ill-favoured, a collier始s sanguine skin.
    I never saw a harder-favoured slut.
    220Love her? For what? I can no whit abide her.
    Sueno
    Mariana, I have this day received letters
    From Swethia that lets me understand
    Your ransom is collecting there with speed,
    And shortly shall be hither sent to us.
    Mariana
    225Not that I find occasion of mislike
    My entertainment in your grace始s court,
    But that I long to see my native home.
    Sueno
    And reason have you, madam, for the same.
    Lord Marquis, I commit unto your charge
    230The entertainment of Sir Robert here.
    Let him remain with you within the court,
    To spend the time in solace and disport.
    William
    I thank your highness, whose bounden I remain.
    Exit [Sueno], King of Denmark [and attendants].
    235Blanche speaketh this secretly at one end of the stage.
    [Blanche]
    Unhappy Blanche, what strange effects are these
    That works within my thoughts confusedly,
    That still methinks affection draws me on
    To take, to like, nay more, to love this knight?
    William
    240[Aside] A modest countenance, no heavy, sullen look.
    Not very fair, but richly decked with favour.
    A sweet face, an exceeding dainty hand.
    A body, were it framed of wax
    By all the cunning artists of the world,
    245It could not better be proportionèd.
    Lübeck
    How now, Sir Robert? In a study, man?
    Here is no time for contemplation.
    William
    My lord, there is a certain odd conceit
    Which on the sudden greatly troubles me.
    Lübeck
    250How like you Blanche? I partly do perceive
    The little boy hath played the wag with you.
    William
    The more I look, the more I love to look.
    Who says that Mariana is not fair?
    I始ll gauge my gauntlet 始gainst the envious man
    255That dares avow there liveth her compare.
    Lübeck
    Sir Robert, you mistake your counterfeit.
    [Indicating Blanche] This is the lady which you came to see.
    William
    Yea, my lord, she is counterfeit indeed,
    [Indicating Mariana] For there is the substance that best contents me.
    Lübeck
    260That is my love. Sir Robert, you do wrong me.
    William
    The better for you, sir, she is your love.
    As for the wrong, I see not how it grows.
    Lübeck
    In seeking that which is another始s right.
    William
    As who should say your love were privileged,
    265That none might look upon her but yourself?
    Lübeck
    These jars become not our familiarity,
    Nor will I stand on terms to move your patience.
    William
    Why, my lord, am not I of flesh and blood
    As well as you?
    Then give me leave to love as well as you.
    Lübeck
    270To love, Sir Robert? But whom? Not she I love?
    Nor stands it with the honour of my state
    To brook corrivals with me in my love.
    William
    So, sir, we are thorough for that lady.
    Ladies, farewell. Lord Marquis, will you go?
    275[Aside] I will find a time to speak with her, I trow.
    Lübeck
    With all my heart. Come ladies, will you walk?
    Exeunt.