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Fair Em (Quarto 1, 1593)
The Millers daughter
247Here is no tyme for contemplation.
248Robert Windsor. My Lord, there is a certaine odd conceite,
249Which on the sudden greatly troubles me.
250Lubeck. How like you Blaunch? I partly do perceiue
251The little boy hath played the wagg with you.
252Sir Robert. The more I looke, the more I loue to looke,
253Who seyes that Mariana is not faire:
254Ile gage my gauntlet gainst the enuious man,
255That dares auowe there liueth her compare.
257This is the Ladie which you came to see.
258Sir Robert. yea, my Lord: Shee is counterfait in deede:
260Lubek. That is my loue. Sir Robert you do wrong me.
262As for the wrong, I see not how it growes.
265That none might looke vpon her but your selfe.
267Nor will I stand on termes to moue your patience.
269Then giue me leaue to loue as well as you.
272To brooke corriuals with me in my loue.
273Robert. So Sir, we are thorough for that L.
274Ladies farewell. Lord Marques, will you go?
277Enter Manuile alone disguised.
279The Anuyle whereupon my heart doth beate,
281Full yll this life becomes thy heauenly looke,
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