MANVILE

Ah Em the subject of my restless thoughts, The Anuyle whereupon my heart does beat, Framing thy state to thy desert, Full ill this life becomes thy heavenly look, Wherein, sweet love and virtue sits enthroned. Bade world, where riches is esteemed above them both, In whose base eyes nought else is bountiful. A Millers daughter, says the multitude, Should not be loved of a Gentleman. But let them breath their souls into the air: Yet will I still affect thee as my self, So thou be constant in thy plighted vow. But here comes one, I will listen to his talk. He ruminates on my beloved choice: God grant he come not to prevent my hope. But heres another, him isle listen to. What comes he to, to intercept my love? Then hie thee Manuile to forestall such foes. Exit Manuile What remedy Trotter. I am greatly beholding to you Ah Masters, sometime I might have said my love, But time and fortune hath bereaved me of that, And I am abject in those gracious eyes That with remorse erst saw into my grief, May fit and sighs the sorrows of my heart. Ah Em, were he the man that causeth this mistrust, I should esteem of thee as at the first. Believe me Em, it is not time to jest When others joys, what lately I possessed. Ah impudent and shameless in thy ill, That with thy cunning and defraudfull tongue, Seekese to delude the honest meaning mind: Was never herd in Manchester before, Of true lover then hath been betwixt us twain: And for my part how I have hazarded Displeasure of my father and my Friends Thy self can witness. Yet notwithstanding this: Two gentlemen attending on Duke William Mountney and Valingford, as I herd them nam, Oft times resort to see and to be seen, Walking the street fast by thy father's door, Whose glancing eyes up to the windows cast, Gives testies of their Masters amorous heart. This Em is noted and too much talked on. Some see it without mistrust of ill. Others there are that scorning grynne thereat, And says, there goes the millers daughters wooers. Ah me, whom chiefly and most of all it does concern To spend my time in grief and vex my soul, To think my love should be rewarded thus, And for thy sake abhor all women kind. If sighed do move offence, it is the better not to see. But thou didst more unconstant as thou art, For with them thou hadst talk and conference. Not with such men suspected amorous. Ah Em, faithful love is full of jealousy, So did I love thee true and faithfully, For which I am rewarded most unthankfully. And so away? what in displeasure gone? And left me such a bitter sweet to gnaw upon? Ah Manuile, little wottest thou, How near this parting goes to my heart. Uncourteous love whose followers reaps reward, Of hate, disdain, reproach and infamy, The fruit of frantic, bedlome ielozie. But here comes one of these suspicious men: Witness my God without desert of me: For only Manuile honour I in heart: Nor shall unkindness cause me from him to start. Father Miller, the repair of those gentlemen to your house, Hath given me great occasion to mislike. Nay? with his daughter rather. What is the matter so forward? They came to crave his good will. This is Gods judgement for her treachery. 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. Exit Manuile Well Elner farewell, only thus much, I pray make all things in a readiness, Either to serve here or to carry thither with us. To say the troth: this maid had first my love. In deed, dreaded Lord, so deer I held her love, As in the same I put my whole delight. But some impediments which at that instant happened, Made me forsake her quite, For which I had her father's frank consent. Why she could neither hear nor see. And did my Em to keep her faith with me Dissemble that she neither herd nor saw. Pardon me sweet Em, for I am only thine. Forgive me sweet Em. Then farewell frost: Well fare a wench that will. Now, Elner I am thine own my girl. Is it come to this? of late, I had choice of twain On either side to have me to her husband: And now am utterly rejected of them both. I partly am persuaded as your grace is, My lord, he is best at ease that meddleth least. Yea, two or three: what are they? And I say neither: what say you to that? Why it is true, and you are both deceived. Yea, thats the course, and thereon will I stand. Such idle love henceforth I will detest.