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    Fair Em
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    Fair Em

    By Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)

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    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      Fair Em - Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Fair Em, by William Shakespeare (Apocrypha)

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

      Title: Fair Em

             A Pleasant Commodie Of Faire Em The Millers Daughter Of

                    Manchester With The Love Of William The Conquerour

      Author: William Shakespeare (Apocrypha)

      Release Date: March 18, 2009 [EBook #5137]

      Last Updated: February 6, 2013

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAIR EM ***

      Produced by Tony Adam, and David Widger

      FAIRE EM

      By William Shakespeare

      (Apocryphal)

      A PLEASANT COMMODIE OF

      FAIRE EM

      THE MILLERS DAUGHTER OF MANCHESTER

      WITH THE LOVE OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROUR

      Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

           WILLIAM the Conqueror.

           ZWENO, King of Denmark.

           Duke DIROT.

           Marquis of Lubeck.

           MOUNTNEY.

           MANVILLE.

           ROZILIO.

           DIMARCH.

           Danish Embassador.

           The Miller of Manchester.

           TROTTER, his Man.

           Citizen of Chester.

           BLANCH, Princess of Denmark.

           MARIANA, Princess of Suethia.

           Fair EM, the Miller's Daughter.

           ELINER, the Citizen's Daughter.

           English and Danish Nobles.

           Soldiers, Countrymen, and Attendants.

           Actus Primus.  Scaena Prima.

           Windsor.  A State Apartment.

      ACT I.

           [Enter William the Conqueror; Marques Lubeck, with a picture;

           Mountney; Manville; Valingford; and Duke Dirot.]

           MARQUES.

           What means fair Britain's mighty Conqueror

           So suddenly to cast away his staff,

           And all in passion to forsake the tylt?

           D. DIROT.

           My Lord, this triumph we solemnise here

           Is of mere love to your increasing joys,

           Only expecting cheerful looks for all;

           What sudden pangs than moves your majesty

           To dim the brightness of the day with frowns?

           WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.

           Ah, good my Lords, misconster not the cause;

           At least, suspect not my displeased brows:

           I amorously do bear to your intent,

           For thanks and all that you can wish I yield.

           But that which makes me blush and shame to tell

           Is cause why thus I turn my conquering eyes

           To cowards looks and beaten fantasies.

           MOUNTNEY.

           Since we are guiltless, we the less dismay

           To see this sudden change possess your cheer,

           For if it issue from your own conceits

           Bred by suggestion of some envious thoughts,

           Your highness wisdom may suppress it straight.

           Yet tell us, good my Lord, what thought it is

           That thus bereaves you of your late content,

           That in advise we may assist your grace,

           Or bend our forces to revive your spirits.

           WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.

           Ah, Marques Lubeck, in thy power it lies

           To rid my bosom of these thralled dumps:

           And therefore, good my Lords, forbear a while

           That we may parley of these private cares,

           Whose strength subdues me more than all the world.

           VALINGFORD.

           We go and wish thee private conference

           Publicke afffects in this accustomed peace.

           [Exit all but William and the Marques.]

           WILLIAM.

           Now, Marques, must a Conquerer at arms

           Disclose himself thrald to unarmed thoughts,

           And, threatnd of a shadow, yield to lust.

           No sooner had my sparkling eyes beheld

           The flames of beauty blazing on this piece,

           But suddenly a sense of miracle,

           Imagined on thy lovely Maistre's face,

           Made me abandon bodily regard,

           And cast all pleasures on my wounded soul:

           Then, gentle Marques, tell me what she is,

           That thus thou honourest on thy warlike shield;

           And if thy love and interest be such

           As justly may give place to mine,

           That if it be, my soul with honors wing

           May fly into the bosom of my dear;

           If not, close them, and stoop into my grave!

           MARQUES.

           If this be all, renowned Conquerer,

           Advance your drooping spirits, and revive

           The wonted courage of your Conquering mind;

           For this fair picture painted on my shield

           Is the true counterfeit of lovely Blaunch,

           Princess and daughter to the King of Danes,

           Whose beauty and excess of ornaments

           Deserves another manner of defence,

           Pomp and high person to attend her state

           Then Marques Lubeck any way presents.

           Therefore her vertues I resign to thee,

           Already shrined in thy religious breast,

           To be advanced and honoured to the full;

           Nor bear I this an argument of love,

           But to renown fair Blaunch, my Sovereigns child

           In every place where I by arms may do it.

           WILLIAM.

           Ah, Marques, thy words bring heaven unto my soul,

           And had I heaven to give for thy reward,

           Thou shouldst be throned in no unworthy place.

           But let my uttermost wealth suffice thy worth,

           Which here I vow; and to aspire the bliss

           That hangs on quick achievement of my love,

           Thy self and I will travel in disguise,

           To bring this Lady

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