Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 16 of 23
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals) comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 493 words
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Could any cross, could any plague be worse? Could heaven or hell? Did both conspire in one To afflict my soul, invent a greater scourge Then presently I am tormented with? Ah Mariana cause of my lament: joy of my heart, and comfort of my life. For thee I breathe my sorrows in the air, And tire myself: for silently I sigh, My sorrows afflicts me soul with equal passion. Go to sirrah, put up, it is to small purpose. Hence villains hence, dare you lay your hands Upon your Sovereign? Well sir, we will deal for that. But here comes one will remedy all this. My Lord, watching this night in the camp, We took this man, and know not what he is: And in his company was a gallant dame, A woman fair in outward show she seemed, But that her face was masked we could not see The grace and favour of her countenance. Tell me good fellow of whence and what thou art. Why do you not answer my Lord? He takes scorn to answer. And takest thou scorn to answer my demand? Thy proud behaviour very well deserves This misdemeanour at the worst be construed. Why dost thou neither know, nor hast thou heard? That in the absence of the Saxon Duke, Demarch is his especial Substitute To punish those that shall offend the laws. In knowing this, I know thou art a traitor. A rebel, and mutinous conspirator. Why Demarch, knowest thou who I am? Pardon my dread Lord the error of my sense, And misdemeanour to your princely excellency. Why Demarch, what is the cause my subjects are in arms? Free are my thoughts my dread and gracious Lord From treason to your state and common weal, Only revengement of a private grudge By Lord Dirot lately proffered me, That stands not with the honour of my name, Is cause I have assembled for my guard Some men in arms that may withstand his force, Whose settled malice aimeth at my life. Where is Lord Dirot? In arms my gracious Lord Not past two miles from hence, As credibly I am ascertained. Well, come let us go, I fear I shall find traitors of you both. In deed sir it would do very well If you could entreat your father to come hither: But if you think it be too far, I care not much to take horse and ride to Manchester, I am sure my daughter is content with either: How sayest thou Elner art thou not? As you shall think best I must be contented. Well Elner farewell, only thus much, I pray make all things in a readiness, Either to serve here or to carry thither with us. As for that sir take you no care, And so I betake you to your journey. But soft what gentleman is this? God speed sir, might a man crave a word or two with you
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Could any crosse, could any plague be worse? Could heauen or hell? Did both conspire in one To afflict my soule, inuent a greater scourge Then presently I am tormented with? Ah Mariana cause of my lament: Ioy of my hart, and comfort of my life. For thee I breath my sorrowes in the ayre, And tyre my selfe: for silently I sigh, My sorrowes afflictes me soule with equall passion. Go to sirha, put vp, it is to small purpose. Hence villaines hence, dare you lay your hands Vpon your Soueraigne? Well sir, we will deale for that. But here comes one will remedie all this. My Lord, watching this night in the campe, We tooke this man, and know not what he is: And in his companie was a gallant dame, A woman faire in outward shewe shee seemde, But that her face was maskte we could not see The grace and fauour of her countenance. Tell me good fellow of whence and what thou art. Why do you not answere my Lord? He takes scorne to answere. And takest thou scorne to aunswer my demaund? Thy proud behauiour verie well deserues This misdemeanour at the worst be construed. Why doest thou neither know, nor hast thou heard? That in the absence of the Saxon Duke, Demarch is his especiall Substitute To punish those that shall offend the lawes. In knowing this, I know thou art a traytor. A rebell, and mutenous conspirator. Why Demarch, knowest thou who I am? Pardon my dread Lord the error of my sence, And misdemeaner to your princely excellencie. Why Demarch, what is the cause my subiects are in armes? Free are my thoughts my dread and gratious Lord From treason to your state and common weale, Only reuengement of a priuate grudge By Lord Dirot lately profered me, That standes not with the honor of my name, Is cause I haue assembled for my guard Some men in armes that may withstand his force, Whose setled malice aymeth at my life. Where is Lord Dirot? In armes my gratious Lord Not past two miles from hence, As credibly I am assertained. Well, come let vs goe, I feare I shall find traytors of you both. In deed sir it would do verie well If you could intreat your father to come hither: But if you thinke it be too farr, I care not much to take horse and ride to Manchester, I am sure my daughter is content with either: How saiest thou Elner art thou not? As you shall think best I must be contented. Well Elner farwell, onely thus much, I pray make all things in a readines, Either to serue here or to carry thither with vs. As for that sir take you no care, And so I betake you to your iournie. But soft what gentleman is this? God speed sir, might a man craue a word or two with you