EM

Good Father let my full resolved thoughts, With h settled pa jens to support this chance Be some poor comfort to your aged soul: For therein rests the height of my estate, That you are pleased with this dejection, And that all toils my hands may undertake, May serve to work your worthiness content. Nay Trotter, if you fallen achyding, I will give you cuer. Trotter where have you been? A kerchief, does it not? I say it is and Urinal. How long hast thou been sick? A loitering time I rather imagine. Why, any thing I can do for recovery of thy health, Be right well assured of. To what end. What bargain? On that condition I give thee my hand. How now Trotter? your masters daughter? So all your rhyme lies on the ground. But what means this? But I meant no such matter. But here comes one that will forbid the Banes. Go Trotter, my father calls. Why, darest thou not trust me? Go thy ways I pray thee heartily. In deed my Manuile hath some cause to doubt, When such a Swain is rival in his love. But is my love in earnest all this while? May not a maid look upon a man Without suspicious judgement of the world? May not a maid talk with a man without mistrust? I grieve to see my Manuiles jealousy I am going homeward, sir: The Gentleman your friend Sir. I have not seen him this four days at the least. What mean you sir, to keep me here so long? I cannot understand you by your signs. You keep a prattling with your lips, But never a word you speak that I can hear. Speak you to me Sir? I cannot hear you. Fare you well Sir. Exit Em. Manet Mountney. Jealousy that sharps the lovers sighed, And makes him conceive and construe his intent, Hath so bewitched my lovely Manuils senses, That he misdoubts his Em that loves his soul. He does suspect corrivals in his love: Which how untrue it is, be judge my God. But now no more: Here comes Valingford : Shift him off noww as thou hast done the other. Enter Valingford. Who is that? I cry you mercy Sir: I thought so by your speech. O blind Sir, blind, stricken blind by mishap on a sudden. Oh Lord Sir: and of all things I cannot abide Physic: The very name thereof to me is odious. Good sir, no more, it fits not me To have respect to such vain fantasies, As idle love presents my ears withal, More reason I should ghostly give my self, To sacred prayers for this my former sin, For which this plague is justly fallen upon me, Then to harken to the vanities of love. A jewel sir, what pleasure can I have In jewels, treasure, or any worldly thing That want my sighed that should deserne thereof. Ah sir I must leave you: The pain of mine eyes is so extreme I cannot long stay in a place. I take my leave. Exit Em. Mountney and Validgford both together? And Manuile to whom I have faithfully vowed my love? Now Em suddenly help thy self. Trotter lend me thy hand, And as thou love me keep my counsel And justify what so ever I say, and I'll largely requite thee. My present extremity wills me, if thou love me Trotrer ? Trotter where my father? Is this my father? Good father give me leave to fit Where I may not be disturbed Sith God hath visited me both of my sighed and hearing. Good father let me uot stand as and open gazing stock to every one, But in a place a lone as fits a creature so miserable. Good Lord shall I never be rid of this importunate man? Now must I dissemble blindness again, Once more for thy sake Manuile thus am I insorced, Because I shall complete my full resolved mind to thee. Father where are you? Where are you sir? will you never leave This idle and vain pursuit of love? Is not England stored enough to content you? But you must still trouble the poor Contemptible maid of Manchester. I perceive love is vainly described, That being blind himself, Would have you likewise troubled with a blind wife, Having the benefit of your eyes, But neither follow him so much in folly, But love one, in whom you may better delight. If you be a Lord sir, as you say: You offer both yourself and me great wrong: Yours, as apparent in limiting your love so unorderly, For which you rashly endure reprochement: Mine, as open and evident, When being shut from the vanities of this world, you would have me as and open gazing stock to all the world: For lust, not love leads you into this error: But from the one I will keep me as well as I can, And yield the other to none but to my father, As I am bound by duty. But can it be Manuile will deal so unkindly, To reward my justice with such monstrous ungentleness. Have I dissembled for thy sake? And dost thou now thus requite it? In deed these many days I have not seen him, Which hath made me marvel at his long absence. But father, are you assured of the words he spoke, were concerning Manuile ? Then good father pardon the injury, That I have done to you only causing your grief, By overfond affecting a man so trothless. And you likewise sir, I pray hold me excused, As I hope this cause will allow sufficiently for me: My love to Manuile, thinking he would requite it, Hath made me double with my father and you, And many more beside, Which I will no longer hide from you. That enticing speeches should not beguile me, I have made my self deaf to any but to him. And lest any men person should please me more than his, I have dissembled the want of my sighed: Both which shadows of my irrevocable affections, I have not sparde to confirm before him, My father, and all other amorous solicitors. Wherewith not made acquainted, I perceive My true intent hath wrought mine own sorrow. And seeking by love to be regarded, Am cut of with contempt, and despised. Credit me father I have told you the troth, Wherewith I desire you and Lord Valingford not to be displeased For ought else I shall say, Let my present grief hold me excused. But may I live to see that vngratfullman Justly rewarded for his treachery? Poor Em would think her self not a little happy, Favour my departing at this instant, For my troubled thought desires to meditate alone in silence To me forsooth. Thy conscience Manuile a hundred witnesses. Pardon my Lord, I'll tell your grace the troth, Be it not imputed to me as discredit. I loved this Manuile so much, that still methought When he was absent did present to me The form and feature of that countenance Which I did shrine and idol in mine heart. And never could I see a man methought That equaled Manuile in my partial eye. Nor was there any love between us lost, But that I held the same in high regard, Until repair of some unto our house, Of whom my Manuile grew thus jealous: As if he took exception I vouchsafed To hear them speak, or saw them when they came: On which I straight took order with my self To void the scruple of his conscience, By counterfeiting that I neither saw nor herd, Any ways to rid my hands of them. All this I did to keep my Manuiles love, Which he unkindly seeks for to reward. Lay off thy hands, disloyal as thou art, Nor shalt thou have possession of my love, That canst so finely shift thy matters off. ut case I had been blind and could not see, As often times such visitations falls That pleases God which all things does dispose: Shouldst thou forsake me in regard of that? I tell thee Manuile, hadst thou been blind, Or deaf, or dumb, or else what impediments might befall to man, Em would have loved and kept, And honoured thee: yea, begged if wealth had faylde For thy relief. I do forgive thee with my heart, And will forget thee too if case I can: But never speak to me, nor seem to know me. Em rests at the pleasure of your highness: And would I were a wife for his desert. If touching love, my Manuile charge me thus? Unkindly must I take it at his hands, For that my conscience clears me of offence.