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  • Title: Fair Em (Quarto 1, 1593)
  • Editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch

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    Author: Anonymous
    Editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
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    Fair Em (Quarto 1, 1593)

    of Manchester.
    Bad world, where riches is esteemd aboue them both,
    In whose base eyes nought else is bountifull.
    285A Millers daughter, sayes the multitude,
    Should not be loued of a Gentleman.
    But let them breath their soules into the ayre:
    Yet will I still affect thee as my selfe,
    So thou be constant in thy plighted vowe.
    290But here comes one, I wil listen to his talke.
    Enter Valingford at another dore, disguised Man[...]
    Valingford. Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue. hidin[...]
    Seeke thou a mynion in a forren land selfe.
    Whilest I drawe back and court my loue at home,
    295The millers daughter of faire Manchester
    Hath bound my feete to this delightsome soyle:
    And from her eyes do dart such golden beames,
    That holdes my harte in her subiection.
    Manuile. He ruminates on my beloued choyce:
    300God graunt he come not to preuent my hope.
    But heres another, him yle listen to.
    Enter Mountney disguised at another dore.
    L. Mountney. Nature vniust, in vtterance of thy arte,
    To grace a pesant with a Princes fame:
    305Pesant am I so to misterme my loue
    Although a millers daughter by her birth:
    Yet may her beautie and her vertues well suffice
    To hyde the blemish of her birth in hell,
    Where neither enuious eyes nor thought can perce,
    310But endlesse darknesse euer smother it.
    Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue,
    Whilest I drawe back and court mine owne the while:
    Decking her bodie with such costly robes
    As may become her beauties worthynes,
    315That so thy labors may be laughed to scorne,
    And she thou seekest in forraine regions,
    Be darkened and eclipst when she arriues,
    By one that I haue chosen neerer home.
    Manuile
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