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

    The Millers daughter
    Zweno. Shamelesse persisting in thy ill,
    Thou doest mayntaine a manifest vntrothe,
    As shee shall iustifie vnto thy teethe.
    1325Rosilio fetch her and the Marques hether.
    Exit Rosilio for Mariana.

    William. It cannot be I should be so deceiued.
    Demarch. I heard this night among the souldiers,
    That in their watch they tooke a pensiue Ladie:
    1330Who at the appoyntment of the Lord Dirot is yet in keeping.
    What she is I know not,
    Onely thus much, I ouer-hard by chance.
    Welliam. And what of this.
    Demarch. It may be Blaunch the King of Denmarkes daughter.
    1335William. It may be so: but on my lyfe it is not?
    Yet Demarch, goe and fetch her strayght.

    Enter Rosilio with the Marques.
    Rosilio. Pleaseth your highnes, here is the Marques and Mariana.
    Zweno. See here, Duke William, your competitors
    1340That were consenting to my daughters scape.
    Let them resolut you of the trueth hereing,
    And here I vowe and solemly protest,
    That in thy presence they shall lose their heds:
    Vnlesse I here where as my daughter is.
    1345William. O Marques Lubeck how it grieueth me,
    That for my sake thou shouldest indure these bondes.
    Beiudge my soule that feeles the martirdome.
    Marques. Duke William, you know it is for your cause,
    It pleaseth thus the King to misconceiue of me,
    1350And for his pleasure doth me iniurie.

    Enter Demarch with the Ladie Blaunch.
    Demarch. May it please your hightnes,
    Here is the Ladie you sent me for,
    William. Awaie Demarch, what tellest thou me of Ladies?
    I so