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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)

    The Millers daughter
    680Thus stands the case: Thou knowest from England
    Hether came with me Robert of Windsor, a noble man at Armes,
    Lustie and valiant, in spring time of his yeares,
    No maruell then though he proue amorous.
    Mariana. True my Lord, he came to see faire Blanch.
    685Lubeck. No Mariana, that is non it.
    His loue to Blunch was then extinct
    When first he sawe thy face.
    Tis thee he loues: yea, thou art onely shee
    That is maistres and commaunder of his thoughts.
    690Mariana. Well well my Lord, I like you, for such driftes
    Put silly Ladies often to their shiftes
    Oft haue I heard you saye, you loued me well:
    Yea, sworne the same, and I beleeued you to.
    Can this be found an action of good faith,
    695Thus to dissemble where you found true loue?
    Lubeck. Mariana, I not dissemble on mine honour:
    Nor failes my faith to thee. But for my friend,
    For princely William, by whom thou shalt possesse
    The tytle of estate and Maiestie,
    700Fitting thy loue and vertues of thy minde,
    For him I speake, for him do I intreat,
    And with thy fauour fully do resigne
    To him the claime and interest of my loue.
    Sweete Mariana then denie mee not,
    705Loue William, loue my friend and honour mee
    Who els is cleane dishonored by thy meanes.
    Mariana Borne to mishap, my selfe am onely shee,
    On whome the Sunne of Fortune neuer shyned:
    But Planets rulde by retrogard aspect,
    710Foretolde mine yll in my natiuitie.
    Lubeck. Sweete Ladie seace, let my intreatie serue
    To pacifie the passion of thy griefe,
    Which well I know proceedes of ardent loue.
    Mariana. But Lubeck now regardes not Mariana:
    715Lubeck. Euen as my life, so loue I Mariana.
    Mariana.
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