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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)

    Enter king of Denmarke, with some attendants, Blanch his
    190daughter, Mariana, Marques Lubeck, William
    disguised.
    King of Denmarke. Lord Marques Lubeck, welcome home,
    Welcome braue Knight vnto the Denmarke King:
    For Williams sake the noble Norman Duke,
    195So famous for his fortunes and successe,
    That graceth him with name of Conqueror:
    Right double welcome must thou be to vs.
    Rob. Windsor. And to my Lord the King shall I recount
    Your graces courteous entertainment,
    200That for his sake vouchsafe to honour me
    A simple Knight attendant on his grace.
    King Den. But say Sir Knight, what may I call your name?
    Robert Windsor. Robert Windsor and like your maiestie.
    King Den. I tell thee Robert, I so admire the man,
    205As that I count it hainous guilt in him
    That honors not Duke William with his heart.
    Blanch. Bid this straunger welcome, good my girle.
    Blanch. Sir, should I neglect your highnes charge herein,
    It might be thought of base discourtesie.
    210Welcome Sir Knight to Denmarke heartily.
    Ro. Winds. Thanks gentle Ladie. Lord Marques, what is she?
    Lubeck. That same is Blanch daughter to the King,
    The substance of the shadow that you saw.
    Rob. Windsor. May this be shee, for whom I crost the Seas?
    215I am asham'd to think I was so fond,
    In whom there's nothing that contents my minde,
    Ill head, worse featurde, vncomly, nothing courtly,
    Swart and ill fauoured, a Colliers sanguine skin.
    I neuer saw a harder fauour'd Slut.
    220Loue her? for what? I can no whit abide her.
    King of Denmarke. Mariana, I haue this day receiued letters
    From Swethia, that lets me vnderstand,
    Your ransome is collecting there with speed,
    And shortly shall be hither sent to vs.
    225Mariana. Not that I finde occasion of mislike
    My entertainment in your graces court,
    But that I long to see my natiue home.
    King Den. And reason haue you Madam for the same:
    Lord Marques I commit vnto your charge
    230The entertainement of Sir Robert here,
    Let him remaine with you within the Court
    In solace and disport, to spend the time.
    Exit King of Denmarke.
    Robert Wind. I thank your hightnes, whose bounden I remaine.
    235Blanch speaketh this secretly at one end of the stage.
    Vnhappie Blanch, what strange effects are these
    That workes within my thoughts confusedly?
    That still me thinkes affection drawes me on
    To take, to like, nay more to loue this knight.
    240Robert. Wind. A modest countenance, no heauie sullen looke,
    Not verie faire, but richly deckt with fauour:
    A sweet face, an exceding daintie hand:
    A body were it framed of wax
    By all the cunning Artists of the world
    245It could not better be proportioned.
    Lubeck. How now Sir Robert? in a studie man?
    Here is no time for contemplation.
    Robert Windsor. My Lord there is a certaine odd conceit,
    Which on the sudden greatly troubles me.
    250Lubeck. How like you Blaunch? I partly do perceiue
    The little boy hath played the wag with you.
    Sir Robert. The more I look the more I loue to looke.
    Who sayes that Mariana is not faire?
    Ile gage my gauntlet gainst the enuious man,
    255That dares auow there liueth her compare.
    Lubeck. Sir Robert, you mistake your counterfeit.
    This is the Lady which you came to see.
    Sir Robert. Yea my Lord: She is counterfeit in deed:
    For there is the substance that best contents me.
    260Lubek. That is my loue. Sir Robert you do wrong me.
    Robert. The better for you Sir, she is your Loue,
    As for the wrong, I see not how it growes.
    Lubeck. In seeking that which is anothers right.
    Robert. As who should say your loue were priuileged
    265That none might looke vpon her but your selfe.
    Lubeck. These iarres becomes not our familiaritie,
    Nor will I stand on termes to moue your patience.
    Robert. Why my lord, am not I of flesh & bloud as well as you?
    Then giue me leaue to loue as well as you.
    270Lubeck. To loue Sir Robert? but whome? not she I loue?
    Nor stands it with the honor of my state,
    To brooke corriuals with me in my loue.
    Robert. So Sir, we are thorough for that L.
    Ladies farewell. Lord Marques, will you go?
    275I will finde a time to speake with her I trowe?
    Lubeck. With all my heart. Come Ladies. wil you walke?Exit.