Digital Renaissance Editions

Toolbox




Jump to line
Through Line Number
Help on texts
About this text
Print this page

About this text

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

    • ISBN:

    Copyright Digital Renaissance Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: Anonymous
    Editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Fair Em (Quarto 1, 1593)

    of Manchester.
    140But trye his meaning fit for thy desert,
    In pursuite of all amorous desires,
    Regard thine honour. Let not vehement sighes
    Nor earnest vowes importing feruent loue,
    Render thee subiect to the wrath of lust:
    145For that transformed to former sweete delight,
    Will bring thy bodie and thy soule to shame.
    Chaste thoughts and modest conuersations,
    Of proofe to keepe out all inchaunting vowes,
    Vaine sighes, forst teares, and pittifull aspectes,
    150Are they that make deformed Ladies faire,
    Poore wretch, and such intycing men,
    That seeke of all but onely present grace,
    Shall in perseuerance of a Virgins due
    Prefer the most refusers to the choyce
    155Of such a soule as yeelded what they thought.
    But hoe: where is Trotter?
    Here enters Trotter the Millers man to them: And they
    within call to him for their gryste.
    Trotter. Wheres Trotter? why Trotter is here.
    160yfaith, you and your daughter go vp and downe weeping,
    And wamenting and keeping of a wamentation,
    As who should saye, the Mill would go with your wamenting.
    Miller. How now Trotter? why complainest thou so.
    Trotter. Why yonder is a company of yong men and maydes
    165Keepe such a styr for their grist, that they would haue it before
    my stones be readie to grinde it. But yfaith, I would I coulde
    breake winde enough backward: you should not tarrie for your
    gryst I warrant you. Here he [...]
    Miller. Content thee Trotter, I will go pacifie them. Em abo[...]
    170Trotter. Iwis you will when I cannot. Why looke, necke.
    You haue a Mill. Why, whats your Mill without mee?
    Or rather Mistres, what were I without you?
    Em. Nay Trotter, if you fall achyding, I wil giue you ouer.
    Trotter. I chyde you dame to amend you.
    175You are too fyne to be a Millers daughter:
    For
    About
    Contact us
    Content quality
    Site guide
    © Digital Renaissance Editions
    Published by the ISE
    Copyright details
    Privacy policy
    This site is supported by:
    University of Victoria
    University of Western Australia
    Friends of the ISE