Digital Renaissance Editions

Toolbox




Jump to line
Help on texts

About this text

  • Title: Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)
  • Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
  • 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
    Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)

    of Manchester.
    His owne father procures it,
    And therefore I dare credit it,
    And do thou beleeue it,
    1220For trust me daughter it is so.
    Em. Then good father pardon the iniurie,
    That I haue done to you only causing your griefe,
    By ouer-fond affecting a man so trorhlesse.
    And you likewise sir, I pray hold mee excused,
    1225As I hope this cause will allow sufficiently for mee:
    My loue to Manuile, thinking he would requite it,
    Hath made me double with my father and you,
    And many more besides,
    Which I will no longer hide from you.
    1230That inticing speeches should not beguile mee,
    I haue made my selfe deafe to any but to him.
    And lest any mans person should please mee more than his,
    I haue dissembled the want of my sight:
    Both which shaddowes of my irreuocable affections,
    1235I haue not spar'd to confirme before him.
    My father, and all other amorous soliciters:
    Wherewith not made acquainted, I perceiue
    My true intent hath wrought mine owne sorrow
    And seeking by loue to be regarded,
    1240Am cut off with contempt, and despised.
    Mill. Tell me sweet Em, hast thou but fained all this while for (his loue,
    That hath so discourteously for saken thee.
    Em. Credit me father I haue told you the troth,
    Wherewith I desire you and Lord Valingford not to be displeased
    1245For ought else I shall saie,
    Let my present griefe hold me excused.
    But may I liue to see that vngratfull man
    Iustly rewarded for his trecherie,
    Poore Em would think her selfe not a little happie.
    1250Fauour my departing at this instant,
    For my troubled thought desires to meditate alone in silence
    Exit Em.
    Valing.
    E 3