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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
    895Manuile. Nay? with his daughter rather.
    Ualingford. Thus it is father, we are come to craue your frindship (in a matter.
    Miller. Gentlemen as you are straungers to me,
    Yet by the waie of courtesie you shall demaund
    Any reasonable thing at my hands.
    900Manuile. What is the matter so forward?
    They came to craue his good will.
    Ualinford. It is giuen vs to vnderstand that your daughter
    Is sodenly become both blind and deafe.
    Miller. Marie God forbid, I haue sent for her, in deed
    905She hath kept her chamber this three daies.
    It were no litle griefe to me if it should be so?
    Manuile. This is Gods iudgement for her trecherie.
    Enter Trotter leading Em.
    Miller. Gentlemen I feare your wordes are two true:
    910See where Trotter comes leading of her.
    What ayles my Em, not blind I hope?
    Em. Mountney and Ualidgford both together?
    And Manuile to whom I haue faithfullie vowed my loue?
    Now Em suddenly helpe thy selfe.
    915Mountney. This is no desembling Ualingford.
    Valingford. If ir be? it is cunningly contriued of all sides.
    Em. Trotter lend me thy hand,
    And as thou louest me keepe my counsell
    And iustifie what so euer I saie, and Ile largely requite thee.
    920Trotter. Ah, thats as much as to saie you would tell a monstrous,
    Terrible, horrible, outragious lie,
    And I shall sooth it, no berladie.
    Em. My present extremitie wills me, if thou loue me Trotter?
    Trotter. That same word loue makes me to doe any thing.
    925Em. Trotter wheres my father?
    He thrusts Em vpon her father.
    Trotter. Why what a blynd dunce are you, can you not see?
    He standeth right before you.
    Em. Is this my father?
    930Good father giue me leaue to sit
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