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  • Title: Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)
  • Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
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    Author: Anonymous
    Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
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    Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)

    The Millers daughter
    Put case I had beene blind and could not see,
    As often times such visitations falles
    That pleaseth God which all things doth dispose:
    Shouldest thou forsake me in regard of that?
    1465I tell thee Manuile, hadst thou beene blinde,
    Or deafe, or dumbe, or else what impediments
    Might befall to man, Em would haue loued, and kept,
    And honoured thee: yea, begg'd if wealth had fail'd
    For thy releefe.
    1470Manuile. Forgiue mee sweet Em.
    Em. I do forgiue thee with my heart,
    And will forget thee too if case I can:
    But neuer speake to mee, nor seeme to know mee.
    Manuile. Then farewell frost:
    1475Well fare a wench that will.
    Now Elner, J am thine owne my girle.
    Elner. Mine Manuile? thou neuer shalt be mone.
    I so detest thy villanie,
    That whilest I liue I will abhor thy company.
    1480Manuile. Is it come to this? of late, I had choyce of twaine
    On either side to haue me to her husband,
    And now am vtterly reiected of them both.
    Valingford. My Lord this gentleman when time was
    Stood some-thing in our light,
    1485And now I thinke it not amisse
    To laugh at him that sometime scorned at vs.
    Mountney. Content my Lord, inuent the forme.
    Valingford. Then thus.
    William. I see that women are not generall euils,
    1490Blanch is faire: Methinkes I see in her,
    A modest countenance, a heauenly blush.
    Zweno, receiue a reconciled foe,
    Not as thy friend, but as thy sonne in law,
    If so that thou be thus content.
    1495Zweno. I ioy to see your grace so tractable.
    Here take my daughter Blanch,
    And