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

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

    The Millers daughter
    For my conueiance from the Denmarke Court:
    Which determined vpon, he will appoynt some certaine time
    For our departure: whereof you hauing intelligence,
    755You may soone set downe a plot to were the English Crowne.
    And than?
    Blanch. What then?
    Mariana. If Sir Robert proue a King and you his Queene
    How than?
    760Blanch. Were I assured of the one, as I am perswaded
    Of the other, there were some possibilitie in it.
    But here comes the man.
    Mariana. Madam begon and you shall see
    I will worke to your desire and my content. Exit Blanch.
    765William. Con. Ladie this is well and happelie met,
    Fortune hetherto hath beene my foe,
    And though I haue oft sought to speake with you,
    Yet still I haue beene crost with sinister happs.
    I cannot Madame tell a louing tale
    770Or court my Maistres with fabulous discoursies,
    That am a souldier sworne to followe armes:
    But this I bluntly let you vnderstand,
    I honor you with such religious Zeale
    As may become an honorable minde.
    775Nor may I make my loue the seege of Troye
    That am a straunger in this Countrie.
    First what I am, I know you are resolued,
    For that my friend hath let you that to vnderstand,
    The Marques Lubeck to whome I am so bound,
    780That whilest I liue I count me onely his.
    Mariana. Surely you are beholding to the Marques,
    For he hath beene an earnest spokes-man in your cause.
    William. And yealdes my Ladie then at his request.
    To grace Duke William with her gratious loue?
    785Mariana. My Lord I am a prisoner, and hard it were
    To get me from the Courte.
    William. An easie matter to get you from the Court,
    If
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