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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)

    Enter Marques Lubeck and the King of Denmark
    955angerly with some attendants.
    Zweno. K. Well Lubeck well, it is not possible
    But you must be concenting to this acte?
    Is this the man so highly you extold?
    And playe a parte so hatefull with his friend?
    960Since first he came with thee into the court
    What entertainement and what countenance
    He hath receiued, none better knowes than thou.
    In recompence whereof he quites me well,
    To steale awaie faire Mariana my prisoner,
    965Whose raunsome being lately greed vpon,
    I am deluded of by this escape.
    Besides, I know not how to answere it
    When shee shal be demaunded home to Swethia.
    Lubeck. My gracious Lord, coniecture not I pray
    970Worser of Lubeck than he doth deserue
    Your highnes knowes Mariana was my loue,
    Sole paragon and mistres of my thoughts.
    Is it likely I should know of her departure,
    Wherein there is no man iniured more than I.
    975Zweno. That carries reason Marques I confesse.
    Call foorth my daughter. Yet I am perswaded
    That shee poore soule suspected not her going:
    For as I heare: shee likewise loued the man,
    Which he to blame did not at all regard.
    980Rocilia. My Lord here is the Princesse Mariana:
    It is your daughter is conueyed away.
    Zweno. What, my daughter gone?
    Now Marques your villanie breakes foorth.
    This match is of your making, gentle sir:
    985And you shall dearly know the price thereof.
    Lubeck. Knew I thereof, or that there was intent
    In Robert thus to steale your highnes daughter:
    Let heauens in Iustice presently confound me.
    Zweno. Not all the protestations thou canst vse,
    990Shall saue thy life. Away with him to prison.
    And minion, otherwise it cannot be,
    But you are an agent in this trecherie.
    I will reuenge it throughly on you both.
    Away with her to prison. Heres stuffe in deede?
    995My daughter stolen away?
    It booteth not thus to disturbe my selfe,
    But presently to send to English William,
    To send me that proud knight of Windsor hither,
    Here in my Court to suffer for his shame:
    1000Or at my pleasure to be punished there,
    Withall, that Blanch be sent me home againe,
    Or I shall fetch her vnto Windsors coste,
    Yea, and Williams too if he denie her mee? Exit Zweno.
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