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Fair Em (Quarto 1, 1593)
The Millers daughter
465To meete my loue, the mistres of my heart,
466Where time and place giues oportunitie
467At full to let her vnderstand my loue.
468He turnes to Em, & offers to take her by the hand, & shee goes from him.
470Heare you a word. What meaneth this?
471Nay stay faire Em.
474The hidden secrets of a louers thoughts,
476As naturally you are enclyned to.
477Em. The Gentle-man your friend Syr,
481To haue regard being honourable loue:
483Whome youthfull wantons play and dally with:
484But that vnites in honourable bands of holy rytes,
488You keepe a pratling with your lippes,
489But neuer a word you speake that I can heare.
492Sweete Em, it is no little griefe to mee,
493To see where nature in her pryde of art
494Hath wrought perfections ritch and admirable.
495Em. Speake you to mee Sir?
496Mountney. To thee my onely ioy.
497Em. I cannot heare you.
498Mountney. Oh plague of Fortune: Oh hell without compare.
499What bootes it vs to gaze and not enioy?
Em.