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Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 15 of 23

Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

Good father let me not stand as an open gazing stock to every one, But in a place alone as fits a creature so miserable. Trotter lead her in, the utter overthrow Of poor Goddard's joy and only solace. Both blind and deaf, then is she no wife for me? And glad am I so good occasion is happened: Now will I away to Manchester And leave these gentlemen to their blind fortune. Since fortune hath thus spitefully crossed our hope, Let us leave this guest and hearken after our King: Who is at this day landed at Lirpoole. Go my Lord I'll follow you. Well, now Mountney is gone I'll stay behind to solicit my love, For I imagine that I shall find this but a feigned invention Thereby to have us leave off our suits. Well Lubeck well, it is not possible But you must be consenting to this act? Is this the man so highly you extolled? And play a part so hateful with his friend? Since first he came with thee into the court What entertainment and what countenance He hath received, none better knows than thou. In recompense whereof he quites me well, To steal away fair Mariana my prisoner, Whose ransom being lately 'greed upon, I am deluded of by this escape. Besides, I know not how to answer it When she shall be demanded home to Swethia. My gracious Lord, conjecture not I pray Worse of Lubeck than he doth deserve. Your highness knows Mariana was my love, Sole paragon and mistress of my thoughts. Is it likely I should know of her departure, Wherein there is no man injured more than I. That carries reason marquess I confess. Call forth my daughter. Yet I am persuaded That she poor soul suspected not her going: For as I hear: she likewise loved the man, Which he to blame did not at all regard. My Lord here is the Princess Mariana: It is your daughter is conveyed away. What, my daughter gone? Now marquess your villainy breaks forth. This match is of your making, gentle sir: And you shall dearly know the price thereof. Knew I thereof, or that there was intent In Robert thus to steal your highness daughter: Let heavens in justice presently confound me. Not all the protestations thou canst use, Shall save thy life. Away with him to prison. And minion, otherwise it cannot be, But you are an agent in this treachery. I will revenge it thoroughly on you both. Away with her to prison. Here's stuff in deed? My daughter stolen away? It booteth not thus to disturb myself, But presently to send to English William, To send me that proud knight of Windsor hither, Here in my Court to suffer for his shame: Or at my pleasure to be punished there. Withal, that Blanche be sent me home again, Or I shall fetch her unto Windsor's cost, Yea, and William's too if he deny her me?.
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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 887–950 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 23 in this edition
Length499 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.828
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)
Good father let me uot stand as an open gazing stock to euerie one, But in a place a lone as fits a creature so miserable. Trotter lead her in, the vtter ouerthrowe Of poore Goddardes ioy and onely solace. Both blind and deafe, then is she no wife for me? And glad am I so good occasion is hapned: Now will I awaie to Manchester And leaue these gentlemen to their blind fortune. Since fortune hath thus spitefully crost our hope, Let vs leaue this guest and harken after our King: Who is at this daie landed at Lirpoole. Goe my Lord Ile follow you. VVell, now Mountney is gone Ile staie behind to solicit my loue, For I imagine that I shall find this but a fained inuention Thereby to haue vs leaue off our sutes. VVell Lubeck well, it is not possible But you must be concenting to this acte? Is this the man so highly you extold? And playe a parte so hatefull with his friend? Since first he came with thee into the court What entertainement and what countenance He hath receiued, none better knowes than thou. In recompence whereof he quites me well, To steale awaie faire Mariana my prisoner, Whose raunsome being lately greed vpon, I am deluded of by this escape. Besides, I know not how to answere it When shee shal be demaunded home to Swethia. My gracious Lord, coniecture not I pray Worser of Lubeck than he doth deserue. Your highnes knowes Mariana was my loue, Sole paragon and mistres of my thoughts. Is it likely I should know of her departure, Wherein there is no man iniured more than I. That carries reason Marques I confesse. Call foorth my daughter. Yet I am perswaded That shee poore soule suspected not her going: For as I heare: shee likewise loued the man, Which he to blame did not at all regard. My Lord here is the Princesse Mariana: It is your daughter is conueyed away. What, my daughter gone? Now Marques your villanie breakes foorth. This match is of your making, gentle sir: And you shall dearly know the price thereof. Knew I thereof, or that there was intent In Robert thus to steale your highnes daughter: Let heauens in Iustice presently confound me. Not all the protestations thou canst vse, Shall saue thy life. Away with him to prison. And minion, otherwise it cannot be, But you are an agent in this trecherie. I will reuenge it throughly on you both. Away with her to prison. Heres stuffe in deede? My daughter stolen away? It booteth not thus to disturbe my selfe, But presently to send to English William, To send me that proud knight of Windsor hither, Here in my Court to suffer for his shame: Or at my pleasure to be punished there. Withall, that Blanch be sent me home againe, Or I shall fetch her vnto Windsors coste, Yea, and VVilliams too if he denie her mee?.