Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 5 of 23
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals) comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
To Love Sir Robert? but whom? not she I Love? Nor stands it with the honour of my state, To brook corrivals with me in my love. So Sir, we are thorough for that L. Ladies farewell. Lord marquess, will you go? I will find a time to speak with her I trow? With all my heart. Come Ladies will you walk? Ah Em the subject of my restless thoughts, The anvil whereupon my heart doth beat, Framing thy state to thy desert, Full ill this life becomes thy heavenly look, Wherein, sweet love and virtue sits enthroned. Bad world, where riches is esteemed above them both, In whose base eyes nought else is bountiful. A miller's daughter, says the multitude, Should not be loved of a Gentleman. But let them breathe their souls into the air: Yet will I still affect thee as myself, So thou be constant in thy plighted vow. But here comes one, I will listen to his talk. Go William Conqueror and seek thy love. Seek thou a minion in a foreign land Whilst I draw back and court my love at home, The miller's daughter of fair Manchester Hath bound my feet to this delightsome soil: And from her eyes do dart such golden beams, That holds my heart in her subjection. He ruminates on my beloved choice: God grant he come not to prevent my hope. But here's another, him I'll listen to. Nature unjust, in utterance of thy art, To grace a peasant with a PRINCE's fame: Peasant am I so to misterm my love Although a miller's daughter by her birth: Yet may her beauty and her virtues well suffice To hide the blemish of her birth in hell, Where neither envious eyes nor thought can pierce, But endless darkness ever smother it. Go William Conqueror and seek thy love, Whilst I draw back and court mine own the while: Decking her body with such costly robes As may become her beauty's worthiness, That so thy labours may be laughed to scorn, And she thou seekest in foreign regions, Be darkened and eclipsed when she arrives, By one that I have chosen nearer home. What comes he to, to intercept my love? Then high thee Manville to forestall such foes. What now Lord Valingford are you behind? The king had chosen you to go with him. So chose he you, therefore I marvel much That both of us should linger in this sort. What may the king imagine of our stay? The king may justly think we are to blame: But I imagined I might well be spared And that no other man had borne my mind. The like did I: in friendship then resolve What is the cause of your unlooked for stay? Lord Valingford I tell thee as a friend, Love is the cause why I have stayed behind. Love my Lord? of whom. Em the miller's daughter of Manchester. But may this be? Why not my Lord? I hope full well you know That love respects no difference of state So beauty serve to stir affection.
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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. So Sir, we are thorough for that L. Ladies farewell. Lord Marques, will you go? I will finde a time to speake with her I trowe? With all my heart. Come Ladies wil you walk? Ah Em the subiect of my restlesse thoughts, The Anuyle whereupon my heart doth beate, Framing thy state to thy desert, Full yll this life becomes thy heauenly looke, Wherein, sweete loue and vertue sits enthroned. Bad world, where riches is esteemd aboue them both, In whose base eyes nought else is bountifull. A Millers daughter, sayes the multitude, Should not be loued of a Gentleman. But let them breath their soules into the ayre: Yet will I still affect thee as my selfe, So thou be constant in thy plighted vowe. But here comes one, I wil listen to his talke. Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue. Seeke thou a mynion in a forren land Whilest I drawe back and court my loue at home, The millers daughter of faire Manchester Hath bound my feete to this delight some soyle: And from her eyes do dart such golden beames, That holdes my harte in her subiection. He ruminates on my beloued choyce: God graunt he come not to preuent my hope. But heres another, him yle listen to. Nature vniust, in vtterance of thy arte, To grace a pesant with a Princes fame: Pesant am I so to misterme my loue Although a millers daughter by her birth: Yet may her beautie and her vertues well suffice To hyde the blemish of her birth in hell, Where neither enuious eyes nor thought can perce, But endlesse darknesse euer smother it. Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue, Whilest I drawe back and court mine owne the while: Decking her bodie with such costly robes As may become her beauties worthynes, That so thy labors may be laughed to scorne, And she thou seekest in forraine regions, Be darkened and eclipst when she arriues, By one that I haue chosen neerer home. What comes he to, to intercept my loue? Then hye thee Manuile to forestall such foes. What now Lord Valingford are you behind? The king had chosen you to goe with him. So chose he you, therefore I marueile much That both of vs should linger in this sort. What may the king imagine of our staye? The king may iustly think we are to blame: But I immagined I might well be spared And that no other man had borne my mind. The like did I: in frendship then resolue What is the cause of your vnlookt for stay? Lord Valingford I tell thee as a friend, Loue is the cause why I haue stayed behind. Loue my Lord? of whome. Em the millers daughter of Manchester. But may this be? Why not my Lord? I hope full well you know That loue respectes no difference of state So beautie serue to stirr affection.