Fair Em, the Miller's Daughter of Manchester · chunk 20 of 23
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1591] (Annals) comedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
All but Demarch go shroud you out of sight, For I will go parley with the Prince myself. Should Zweno by this parley call you forth, Upon intent injuriously to deal: This offereth too much opportunity. No no Demarch, that were a breach Against the law of Arms: therefore begone, And leave us here alone. I see that Zweno is master of his word. Zweno, William of Saxonie greeteth thee Either well or ill, according to thy intent. If well thou wish to him and Saxonie, He bids thee friendly welcome as he can. If ill thou wish to him and Saxanie, He must withstand thy malice as he may. William, for other name and title give I none To him, who were he worthy of those honours That Fortune and his predecessors left, I ought by right and humane courtesy To grace his style with Duke of Saxonie. But for I find a base degenerate mind, I frame my speech according to the man, And not the state that he unworthy holds. Herein Zweno dost thou abase thy state, To break the peace which by our ancestors Hath heretofore been honourably kept. And should that peace for ever have been kept, Had not thyself been author of the breach: Nor stands it with the honour of my state, Or nature of a father to his child, That I should so be robbed of my daughter, And not unto the utmost of my power Revenge so intolerable an injury. Is this the colour of your quarrel Zweno? I well perceive the wisest men may err. And think you I conveyed away your daughter Blanche? Art thou so impudent to deny thou didst? When that the proof thereof is manifest? What proof is there? Thine own confession is sufficient proof. Did I confess I stole your daughter Blanche? Thou didst confess thou hadst a Lady hence. I have and do. Why that was Blanche my daughter. Nay, that was Mariana, who wrongfully thou detainest prisoner. Shameless persisting in thy ill, Thou dost maintain a manifest untruth, As she shall justify unto thy teeth. Rosilio fetch her and the marquess hither. It cannot be I should be so deceived. I heard this night among the soldiers, That in their watch they took a pensive Lady: Who at the appointment of the Lord Dirot is yet in keeping. What she is I know not, Only thus much, I overheard by chance. And what of this. It may be Blaunch the King of Denmark's daughter. It may be so: but on my life it is not? Yet Demarch, go and fetch her straight. Pleaseth your highness, here is the marquess and Mariana. See here, Duke William, your competitors That were consenting to my daughters scape. Let them resolve you of the truth herein, And here I vow and solemnly protest, That in thy presence they shall lose their heads: Unless I hear where as my daughter is. O marquess Lubeck how it grieveth me, That for my sake thou shouldest endure these bonds. Be judge my soul that feels the martyrdom.
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All but Demarch go shroud you out of sight, For I will goe parley with the Prince my selfe. Should Zweno by this parley call you foorth, Vpon intent iniuriously to deale: This offereth too much oportunitie. No no Demarch, that were abreach Against the law of Armes: therefore begon, And leaue vs here alone. I see that Zweno is maister of his worde. Zweno, VVilliam of Saxonie greeteth thee Either well oryll, according to thy intent. If well thou wish to him and Saxonie, He bids thee frindly welcome as he can. If yll thou wish to him and Saxanie, He must withstand thy mallice as he may. VVilliam, for other name and title giue I none To him, who were he worthie of those honours That Fortune and his predecessors left, I ought by right and humaine courtesie To grace his style with Duke of Saxonie. But for I finde a base degenerate mynde, I frame my speech according to the man, And not the state that he vnworthie holdes. Herein Zweno dost thou abase thy state, To breake the peace which by our auncesters Hath heretofore bene honourably kept. And should that peace for euer haue been kept, Had not thy selfe beene author of the breach: Nor stands it with the honor of my state, Or nature of a father to his childe, That I should so be robbed of my daughter, And not vnto the vtmost of my power Reuenge so intollerable an iniurie. Is this the colour of your quarrell Zweno? I well perceiue the wisest men may erre. And thinke you I conueyed away your daughter Blanch? Art thou so impudent to denye thou didst? VVhen that the proofe thereof is manifest? VVhat proofe is there? Thine owne confession is sufficient proofe. Did I confesse I stole your daughter Blanch? Thou didst confesse thou hadst a Ladie hence. I haue and do. VVhy that was Blanch my daughter. Nay, that was Mariana, who wrongfully thou detainest prisoner. Shamelesse persisting in thy ill, Thou doest mayntaine a manifest vntrothe, As shee shall iustifie vnto thy teethe. Rosilio fetch her and the Marques hether. It cannot be I should be so deceiued. I heard this night among the souldiers, That in their watch they tooke a pensiue Ladie: Who at the appoyntment of the Lord Dirot is yet in keeping. What she is I know not, Onely thus much, I ouer-hard by chance. And what of this. It may be Blaunch the King of Denmarkes daughter. It may be so: but on my lyfe it is not? Yet Demarch, goe and fetch her strayght. Pleaseth your highnes, here is the Marques and Mariana. See here, Duke VVilliam, your competitors That were consenting to my daughters scape. Let them resolut you of the trueth hereing, And here I vowe and solemly protest, That in thy presence they shall lose their heds: Vnlesse I here where as my daughter is. O Marques Lubeck how it grieueth me, That for my sake thou shouldest indure these bondes. Be iudge my soule that feeles the martirdome.