Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 14 of 23

Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

In hope your oath proceedeth from your heart, Let's leave the Court, and betake us to his power That governs all things to his mighty will, And will reward the just with endless joy, And plague the bad with most extreme annoy. Lady, as little tarriance as we may, Lest some misfortune happen by the way. I tell you sir, it is no little grief to me, You should so hardly conceit of my daughter, Whose honest report, though I say it, Was never blotted with any title of defamation. Father Miller, the repair of those gentlemen to your house, Hath given me great occasion to mislike. As for those gentlemen, I never saw in them Any evil entreaty. But should they have proffered it? Her chaste mind hath proof enough to prevent it. Those gentlemen are as honest as ever I saw: For i'faith one of them gave me six pence To fetch a quart of Seck. See master here they come. Trotter, call Em, now they are here together, I'll have this matter thoroughly debated. Father, well met. We are come to confer with you. Nay? with his daughter rather. Thus it is father, we are come to crave your friendship in a matter. Gentlemen as you are strangers to me, Yet by the way of courtesy you shall demand Any reasonable thing at my hands. What is the matter so forward? They came to crave his good will. It is given us to understand that your daughter Is suddenly become both blind and deaf. Marie God for bid, I have sent for her, in deed She hath kept her chamber this three days. It were no little grief to me if it should be so? This is God's judgement for her treachery. Gentlemen I fear your words are two true: See where Trotter comes leading of her. What ails my Em, not blind I hope? Mountney and Valingford both together? And Manville to whom I have faithfully vowed my love? Now Em suddenly help thy self. This is no dissembling Valingford. If it be? it is cunningly contrived of all sides. Trotter lend me thy hand, And as thou lovest me keep my counsel And justify whatsoever I say, and I'll largely requite thee. Ah, that's as much as to say you would tell a monstrous, Terrible, horrible, outrageous lie, And I shall soothe it, no by’r lady. My present extremity will me, if thou love me Trotter? That same word love makes me to do any thing. Trotter where's my father? Why what a blind dunce are you, can you not see? He standeth right before you. Is this my father? Good father give me leave to sit Where I may not be disturbed Sith God hath visited me both of my sight and hearing. Tell me sweet Em how came this blindness. Thy eyes are lovely to look on, And yet have they lost the benefit of their sight. What a grief is this to thy poor father?
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PlayFair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1591
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [c.1589-1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1590 [1589-1591]
Company (BritDrama)Derby's (Strange's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 205 · TCP A21328 · DEEP 164
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 825–886 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 23 in this edition
Length503 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.763
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In hope your oath proceedeth from your heart, Lets leaue the Court, and betake vs to his power That gouernes all things to his mightie will, And will reward the iust with endlesse ioye, And plague the bad with most extreame annoy. Lady, as little tarriance as wee may, Lest some misfortune happen by the way. I tell you sir, it is no little greefe to mee, You should so hardly conseit of my daughter, Whose honest report, though I saie it, Was neuer blotted with any title of defamation. Father Miller, the repaire of those gentlemen to your house, Hath giuen me great occasion to mislike. As for those gentlemen, I neuer saw in them Any euill intreatie. But should they haue profered it? Her chaste minde hath proofe enough to preuent it. Those gentlemen are as honest as euer I sawe: For yfaith one of them gaue me sixe pence To fetch a quart of Seck. See maister here they come. Trotter, call Em, now they are here together, Ile haue this matter throughly debated. Father, well met. We are come to conferre with you. Nay? with his daughter rather. Thus it is father, we are come to craue your frindship in a matter. Gentlemen as you are straungers to me, Yet by the waie of courtesie you shall demaund Any reasonable thing at my hands. What is the matter so forward? They came to craue his good will. It is giuen vs to vnderstand that your daughter Is sodenly become both blind and deafe. Marie God for bid, I haue sent for her, in deed She hath kept her chamber this three daies. It were no litle griefe to me if it should be so? This is Gods iudgement for her trecherie. Gentlemen I feare your wordes are two true: See where Trotter comes leading of her. What ayles my Em, not blind I hope? Mountney and Validgford both together? And Manuile to whom I haue faithfullie vowed my loue? Now Em suddenly helpe thy felfe. This is no desembling Valingford. If ir be? it is cunningly contriued of all sides. Trotter lend me thy hand, And as thou louest me keepe my counsell And iustifie what so euer I saie, and Ile largely requite thee. Ah, thats as much as to saie you would tell a monstrous, Terrible, horrible, outragious lie, And I shall sooth it, no berladie. My present extremitie wills me, if thou loue me Trotrer? That same word loue makes me to doe any thing. Trotter wheres my father? Why what a blynd dunce are you, can you not see? He standeth right before you. Is this my father? Good father giue me leaue to sit Where I may not be disturbed Sith God hath visited me both of my sight and hearing. Tell me sweete Em how came this blindnes. Thy eyes are louely to looke on, And yet haue they lost the benefit of their sight. What a griefe is this to thy poore father?