Fair Em eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Fair Em.

Fair Em eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Fair Em.

William
Is this the colour of your quarrel, Zweno? 
I well perceive the wisest men may err. 
And think you I conveyed away your daughter Blanch?

Zweno
Art thou so impudent to deny thou didst,
When that the proof thereof is manifest?

William
What proof is there?

Zweno
Thine own confession is sufficient proof.

William
Did I confess I stole your daughter Blanch?

Zweno
Thou didst confess thou hadst a Lady hence.

William
I have, and do.

Zweno
Why, that was Blanch, my daughter.

William
Nay, that was Mariana,
Who wrongfully thou detainest prisoner.

Zweno
Shameless persisting in thy ill! 
Thou doest maintain a manifest untroth,
As she shall justify unto thy teeth. 
Rosilio, fetch her and the Marques hether.

[Exit Rosilio for Mariana.]

William
It cannot be I should be so deceived.

Demarch
I heard this night among the souldiers
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 over-heard by chance.

William
And what of this?

Demarch
I may be Blaunch, the Kind of Denmarks daughter.

William
It may be so:  but on my life it is not;
Yet, Demarch, go, and fetch her straight.

[Exit Demarch.]

[Enter Rosilio with the Marques.]

Rosilio
Pleaseth your highness, here is the Marques and Mariana.

Zweno
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.

William
Oh, Marques Lubeck, how it grieveth me,
That for my sake thou shouldest indure these bonds,
Be judge my soul that feels the marytrdom!

Marques
Duke William, you know it is for your cause,
It pleaseth thus the King to misconceive of me,
And for his pleasure doth me injury.

[Enter Demarch with the Lady Blaunch.]

Demarch
May it please your highness,
Here is the Lady whom you sent me for.

William
Away, Demarch! what tellest thou me of Ladies? 
I so detest the dealing of their sex,
As that I count a lovers state to be
The base and vildest slavery in the world.

Demarch
What humors are these?  Here’s a strange alteration!

Zweno
See, Duke William, is this Blaunch or no? 
You know her if you see her, I am sure.

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