Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 8 of 23
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals) comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
What's that to me? I speak not sweet in person of my friend, But for myself, whom if that love deserve To have regard being honourable love: Not base affects of loose lascivious love: Whom youthful wantons play and dally with: But that unites in honourable bands of holy rites, And knits the sacred knot that Gods. What mean you sir, to keep me here so long? I cannot understand you by your signs. You keep a prattling with your lips, But never a word you speak that I can hear. What is she deaf? a great impediment. Yet remedies there are for such defects. Sweet Em, it is no little grief to me, To see where nature in her pride of art Hath wrought perfections rich and admirable. Speak you to me Sir? To thee my only joy. I cannot hear you. Oh plague of Fortune: Oh hell without compare. What boots it us to gaze and not enjoy? Fare you well Sir. Fare well my love. Nay farewell life and all. Could I procure redress for this infirmity, It might be means she would regard my suit. I am acquainted with the king's Physicians: Amongst the which, there's one mine honest friend, signior Alberto, a very learned man. His judgement will I have to help this ill. Ah Em, fair Em, if Art can make thee whole: I'll buy that sense for thee, although it cost me dear. But Mountney: stay, this may be but deceit, A matter feigned only to delude thee. And not unlike, perhaps by Valingford, He loves fair Em as well as I. As well as I? ah no, not half so well. Put case, yet may he be thine enemy, And give her counsel to dissemble thus. I'll try the event, and if it fall out so? Friendship farewell: Love makes me now a foe. Trust me my Lord, I am sorry for your hurt. Gramercy Madam: but it is not great: Only a thrust, pricked with a rapier's point. How grew the quarrel my Lord? Sweet Lady, for thy sake. There was this last night two masks in one company, myself the foremost: The other strangers were: Amongst the which, when the Music began to sound the Measures, Each Masker made choice of his Lady: And one more forward than the rest stepped towards thee: Which I perceiving thrust him aside, and took thee myself. But this was taken in so ill part, That at my coming out of the court gate, with justling together, It was my chance to be thrust into the arm. The doer thereof because he was the original cause of the disorder At that inconvenient time, was presently committed, And is this morning sent for to answer the matter: And I think here he comes. What Sir Robert of Windsor how now? I'faith my Lord a prisoner: but what ails your arm? Hurt the last night by mischance. What, not in the mask at the Court gate?
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Whats that to me? I speak not sweete in person of my friend, But for my selfe, whom if that loue deserue To haue regard being honourable loue: Not base affects of loose lasciuious loue: Whome youthfull wantons play and dally with: But that vnites in honourable bands of holy rytes, And knits the sacred knot that Gods. What meane you sir, to keepe me here so long? I cannot vnderstand you by your sygnes. You keepe a pratling with your lippes, But neuer a word you speake that I can heare. What is shee deafe? a great impediment. Yet remedies there are for such defects. Sweete Em, it is no little griefe to mee, To see where nature in her pryde of art Hath wrought perfections ritch and admirable. Speake you to mee Sir? To thee my onely ioy. I cannot heare you. Oh plague of Fortune: Oh hell without compare. What bootes it vs to gaze and not enioy? Fare you well Sir. Fare well my loue. Nay farewell life and all. Could I procure redresse for this infirmitie, It might be meanes shee would regard my sute. I am acquainted with the Kings Phisitions: Amongst the which, theres one mine honest friend, Seignior Alberto, a verie learned man. His iudgement will I haue to help this ill. Ah Em, faire Em, if Art can make thee whole: Ile buy that sence for thee, although it cost mee deere. But Mountney: stay, this may be but deceit, A matter fained onely to delude thee. And not vnlike, perhaps by Valingford, He loues faire Em as well as I. As well as I? ah no, not halfe so well. Put case, yet may he be thine enimie, And giue her counsell to dissemble thus. Ile try the euent, and if it fall out so? Frindship farewell: Loue makes me now a foe. Trust me my Lord, I am sorie for your hurt. Gramercie Madam: but it is not great: Onely a thrust, prickt with a Rapiers point. How grew the quarrel my Lord? Sweet Ladie, for thy sake. There was this last night two maskes in one company, My selfe the formost: The other strangers were: Amongst the which, when the Musick began to sound the Measures, Eche Masker made choice of his Ladie: And one more forward than the rest stept towards thee: Which I perceiuing thrust him aside, and tooke thee my selfe. But this was taken in so ill parte, That at my comming out of the court gate, with iustling togither, It was my chaunce to be thrust into the arme. The doer thereof because he was the originall cause of the disorder At that inconuenient time, was presently committed, And is this morning sent for to aunswer the matter: And I think here he comes. What Sir Robert of Windsor how now? Yfaith my Lord a prisoner: but what ayles your arme? Hurte the last night by mischaunce. What, not in the maske at the Court gate?