soyle And from her eyes do dart such golden beames That holdes my harte in her subiection Manuile He ruminates on my beloued choyce God graunt he come not to preuent my hope But here 's another him I le listen to Enter Mountney disguised at another dore L. Mountney Nature vniust in vtterance of thy arte To grace a pesant with a Princes fame Pesant am I so to misterme my loue Although a millers daughter by her birth Yet may her beautie and her vertues well suffice To hyde the blemish of her birth in hell Where neither enuious eyes nor thought can perce But endlesse darknesse euer smother it Goe William Conqueror and seeke thy loue Whilest I drawe back and court mine owne the while Decking her bodie with such costly robes As may become her beauties worthynes That so thy labors may be laughed to scorne And she thou seekest in forraine regions Be darkened and eclipst when she arriues By one that I haue chosen neerer home Manuile What comes he to to intercept my loue Then hye thee Manuile to forestall such foes Exit Manuile Mountney What now Lord Valingford are you behind The king had chosen you to goe with him Valingford So chose he you therefore I marueile much That both of vs should linger in this sort What may the king imagine of our staye Mountney The king may iustly think we are to blame But I immagined I might well be spared And that no other man had borne my mind Valingford The like did I in frendship then resolue What is the cause of your vnlookt for stay Mountney Lord Valingford I tell thee as a friend Loue is the cause why I haue stayed behind Valinford Loue my Lord of whome Mountney Em the millers daughter of Manchester Valingford But may this be Mountney Why not my Lord I hope full well you know That loue respectes no difference of state So beautie serue to stirr affection Valingford But this it is that makes me wonder most That you and I should be of one conseite In such a straunge vnlikly passion Mountney But is that true my Lord I hope you do but iest Valingford I would I did then were my griefe the lesse Mountney Nay neuer grieue for if the cause be such To ioyne our thoughts in such a Simpathy All enuie set asyde let vs agree To yeeld to eythers fortune in this choyce Valingford Content say I and what so ere befall Shake hands my Lord and fortune thriue at all Exeunt Enter Em and Trotter the Millers man with a kerchife on his head and an Vrinall in his hand Em Trotter where haue you beene Trotter Where haue I bene why what signifies this Em A kerchiefe doth it not Trotter What call you this I praye Em I saie it is an Vrinall Trotter Then this is mystically to giue you to vnderstand I haue beene at the Phismicaries house Em How long hast thou beene sicke Trotter Yfaith euen as long as I haue not beene halfe well And that hath beene a long time Em A loytering time I rather immagine Trot. It may be so but the Phismicary tels me that you can help me Em Why any thing I can do for recouerie of thy health Be right well assured of Trot. Then giue me your hand Em To what end Trot. That the ending of an old indenture Is the beginning of a new bargaine Em What bargaine Trot. That you promised to do any thing to recouer my helth Em On that condition I giue thee my hand Trot. Ah sweete Em Here he offers to kisse her Em How now Trotter your maisters daughter Trot. Yfaith I aime at the fairest Ah Em sweet Em fresh as the flowre That hath poure to wound my harte And ease my smart of me poore theefe In prison bounde Em So all your ryme lies on the grounde But what meanes this Trot. Ah marke the deuise For thee my loue full sicke I was in hazard of my life Thy promise was to make me whole and for to be my wife Let me inioye my loue my deere And thou possesse thy Trottter here Em But I meant no such matter Trot. Yes woos but you did I le goe to our Parson Sir Iohn And he shall mumble vp the marriage out of hand Em But here comes one that will forbid the Banes Here Enters Manuile to them Trotter Ah Sir you come too late Manuile What remedie Trotter Em Goe Trotter my father calles Trotter Would you haue me goe in and leaue you two here Em Why darest thou not trust me Trotter Yes faith euen as long as I see you Em Goe thy waies I praye thee hartely Trotter That same word hartely is of great force I will goe but I praye sir beware you Come not too neere the wench Exit Trotter Manuile I am greatly beholding to you Ah Maistres somtime I might haue said my loue But time and fortune hath bereued me of that And I am abiect in those gratious eyes That with remorse earst sawe into my griefe May sit and sigh the sorowes of my heart Em In deede my Manuile hath some cause to doubt When such a Swaine is riuall in his loue Manuile Ah Em were he the man that causeth this mistrust I should esteeme of thee as at the first Em But is my loue in earnest all this while Manuile Beleeue me Em it is not time to iest VVhen others ioyes what lately I possest Em If touching loue my Manuile charge me thus Vnkindly must I take it at his handes For that my conscience cleeres me of offence Manuile Ah impudent and shamelesse in thy ill That with thy cunning and defraudfull toung Seekese to delude the honest meaning minde Was neuer heard in Manchester before Of truer loue then hath beene betwixte vs twaine And for my parte how I haue hazarded Displeasure of my father and my freindes Thy selfe can witnes Yet notwithstanding this Two genlemen attending on Duke William Mountney and Valingford as I heard them named Oft times resort to see and to be seene Walking the streete fast by thy fathers dore VVhose glauncing eyes vp to the windowes cast Giues testes of their Maisters amorous hart This Em is noted and too much talked on Some see it without mistrust of ill Others there are that scorning grynne thereat And saith there goes the millers daughters wooers Ah me whome chiefely and most of all it doth concerne To spend my time in griefe and vexe my soule To thinke my loue should be rewarded thus And for thy sake abhore all women kind Em May not a maide looke vpon a man Without suspitious iudgement of the world Manuile If sight do moue offence it is the better not to see But thou didst more vnconstant as thou art For with them thou hadst talke and conference Em May not a maide talke with a man without mistrust Manuile Not with such men suspected amorous Em I grieue to see my Manuiles ielosie Manuile Ah Em faithfull loue is full of ielosie So did I
A Pleasant Commodie of faire Em the Millers daughter of Manchester VVith the loue of William the Conqueror As it was sundrie times publiquely acted in the honourable citie of London by the right honourable the Lord Strange his seruaunts Imprinted at London for T.N. and I.VV. and are to be solde in S. Dunstones Church-yarde in Fleete-streete A Pleasant Commodie of faire Em the Millers daughter of Manchester With the loue of William the Conquerour Actus Primus Scaena prima Enter William the Conqueror Marques Lubeck with a picture Mountney Manuile Valingford and Duke Dirot Marques WHat meanes faire Britaines mighty Conqueror So suddenly to cast away his staffe And all in passion to forsake the tylt D. Dirot My Lord this triumph we solemnise here Is for meere loue to your increasing ioyes Only expecting cheerefull lookes for all What sudden pangs than moues your maiestie To dimme the brightnes of the day with frownes W. Conqueror Ah good my Lords misconster not the cause At least suspect not my displeased browes I amorously do beare to your intent For thanks and all that you can wish I yeeld But that which makes me blush and shame to tell Is cause why thus I turne my conquering eyes To cowardes lookes and beaten fantasies Mountney Since wee are giltlesse wee the lesse dismay To see this sudden change possesse your cheere For if it issue from your owne conceits Bred by suggestion of some enuious thoughts Your highnes wisdome may suppresse it straight Yet tell vs good my Lord what thought it is That thus bereaues you of your late content That in aduise we may assist your grace Or bend our forces to reuiue your spirits W Con. Ah Marques Lubeck in thy power it lyes To rid my bosome of these thraled dumps And therefore good my Lords forbeare awhile That we may parley of these priuate cares Whose strength subdues me more than all the world Valingford We goe and wishe thee priuate conference Publicke affectes in this accustomed peace Exit all but William and the Marques William Now Marques must a Conquerer at armes disclose himselfe thrald to vnarmed thoughts And threatned of a shaddowe yeeld to lust No sooner had my sparkeling eyes beheld The flames of beautie blasing on this peece But sodenly a sence of myracle Imagined on thy louely Maistres face Made me abandon bodily regarde And cast all pleasures on my woonded soule Then gentle Marques tell me what she is That thus thou honourest on thy warlike shield And if thy loue and interest be such As iustly may giue place to myne That if it be my soule with honors wings May fly into the bosome of my deere Yf not close them and stoope into my graue Marques Yf this be all renowned Conquerer Aduance your drooping spirites and reuiue The wonted courage of your Conquering minde For this faire picture painted on my shield Is the true counterfeit of loveli Blaunch Princes and daughter to the King of Danes Whose beautie and excesse of ornamentes Deserues another manner of defence Pompe and high person to attend her state Then Marques Lubeck any way presents Therefore her vertues I resigne to thee Alreadie shrinde in thy religious brest To be aduaunced and honoured to the full Nor beare I this an argument of loue But to renowne faire Blaunch my Soueraignes child In euerie place where I by armes may do it William Ah Marques thy wordes bring heauen vnto my soule And had I heauen to giue for thy reward Thou shouldst be thronde in no vnworthie place But let my vttermost wealth suffice thy worth Which here I vowe and to aspire the blisse That hangs on quicke atchiuement of my loue Thy selfe and I will traueile in disguise To bring this Ladie to our Brittaine Court Marques Let VVilliam but bethinke what may auayle And let me die if I denie my ayde VVilliam Then thus the Duke Dirot and Th erle Dimach Will I leaue substitutes to rule my Realme While mightie loue forbids my being here And in the name of Sir Robert of VVindsor Will goe with thee vnto the Danish Court Keepe VVilliams secretes Marques if thou loue him Bright Blaunch I come sweete fortune fauour me And I will laud thy name eternally Exeunt Enter the Miller and Em his daughter Miller Come daughter we must learne to shake of pomp To leaue the state that earst beseemd a Knight And gentleman of no meane discent To vndertake this homelie millers trade Thus must we maske to saue our wretched liues Threatned by Conquest of this haplesse Yle Whose sad inuasions by the Conqueror Haue made a number such as we subiect Their gentle neckes vnto their stubborne yoke Of drudging labour and base pesantrie Sir Thomas Godard now old Goddard is Goddard the miller of faire Manchester Why should not I content me with this state As good Sir Edmund Trofferd did the flail And thou sweete Em must stoope to high estate To ioyne with mine that thus we may protect Our harmeles liues which ledd in greater port Would be an enuious obiect to our foes That seeke to roote all Britaines Gentrie From bearing countenance against their tyrannie Em Good Father let my full resolued thoughts With setled patiens to support this chaunce Be some poore comfort to your aged soule For therein restes the height of my estate That you are pleased with this deiection And that all toyles my hands may vndertake May serue to worke your worthines content Miller Thankes my deere Daughter these thy plesant words Transferre my soule into a second heauen And in thy setled minde my ioyes consist My state reuyued and I in former plight Although our outward pomp be thus abased And thralde to drudging stayless of the world Let vs retaine those honorable mindes That lately gouerned our superior state Wherein true gentrie is the only meane That makes vs differ from base millers borne Though we expect no knightly delicates Nor thirst in soule for former soueraintie Yet may our myndes as highly scorne to stoope To base desires of vulgars worldlynes As if we were in our presedent way And louely daughter since thy youthfull yeares Must needes admit as yong affections And that sweete loue vnpartiall perceiues Her daintie subiects through euery part In chiefe receiue these lessons from my lippes The true discouerers of a Virgins due Now requisite now that I know thy mynde Somthing enclynde to fauour Manuils sute A gentleman thy Louer in protest And that thou maist not be by loue deceiued But trye his meaning fit for thy desert In pursuite of all amorous desires Regard thine honour Let not vehement sighes Nor earnest vowes importing feruent loue Render thee subiect to the wrath of lust For that transformed to former sweete delight Will bring thy bodie and thy soule to shame Chaste thoughts and modest conuersations Of proofe to keepe out all inchaunting vowes Vaine sighes forst teares and pittifull aspectes Are they that make deformed Ladies faire Poore wretch and such intycing men
They came to craue his good will Valinford It is giuen vs to vnderstand that your daughter Is sodenly become both blind and deafe Miller Marie God for bid I haue sent for her in deed She hath kept her chamber this three daies It were no litle griefe to me if it should be so Manuile This is Gods iudgement for her trecherie Enter Trotter leading Em Miller Gentlemen I feare your wordes are two true See where Trotter comes leading of her What ayles my Em not blind I hope Em Mountney and Valingford both together And Manuile to whom I haue faithfullie vowed my loue Now Em suddenly helpe thy selfe Mountney This is no desembling Valingford Valingford If it be it is cunningly contriued of all sides Em Trotter lend me thy hand And as thou louest me keepe my counsell And iustifie what so euer I saie and I le largely requite thee Trotter Ah that 's as much as to saie you would tell a monstrous Terrible horrible outragious lie And I shall sooth it no berladie Em My present extremitie wills me if thou loue me Trotter Trotter That same word loue makes me to doe any thing Em Trotter where 's my father He thrusts Em vpon her father Trotter Why what a blynd dunce are you can you not see He standeth right before you Em Is this my father Good father giue me leaue to sit Where I may not be disturbed Sith God hath visited me both of my sight and hearing Miller Tell me sweete Em how came this blindnes Thy eyes are louely to looke on And yet haue they lost the benefit of their sight What a griefe is this to thy poore father Em Good father let me not stand as an open gazing stock to euerie one But in a place a lone as fits a creature so miserable Miller Trotter lead her in the vtter ouerthrowe Of poore Goddardes ioy and onely solace Exit the Miller Trotter and Em Manuile Both blind and deafe then is she no wife for me And glad am I so good occasion is hapned Now will I awaie to Manchester And leaue these gentlemen to their blind fortune Exit Manuile Mountney Since fortune hath thus spitefully crost our hope Let vs leaue this guest and harken after our King Who is at this daie landed at Lirpoole Exit Mountney Valingford Goe my Lord I le follow you VVell now Mountney is gone I le staie behind to solicit my loue For I imagine that I shall find this but a fained inuention Thereby to haue vs leaue off our sutes Enter Marques Lubeck and the King of Denmark angerly with some attendants Zweno K. VVell Lubeck well it is not possible But you must be concenting to this acte Is this the man so highly you extold And playe a parte so hatefull with his friend Since first he came with thee into the court What entertainement and what countenance He hath receiued none better knowes than thou In recompence whereof he quites me well To steale awaie faire Mariana my prisoner Whose raunsome being lately greed vpon I am deluded of by this escape Besides I know not how to answere it When shee shal be demaunded home to Swethia Lubeck My gracious Lord coniecture not I pray Worser of Lubeck than he doth deserue Your highnes knowes Mariana was my loue Sole paragon and mistres of my thoughts Is it likely I should know of her departure Wherein there is no man iniured more than I Zweno That carries reason Marques I confesse Call foorth my daughter Yet I am perswaded That shee poore soule suspected not her going For as I heare shee likewise loued the man Which he to blame did not at all regard Rocilia My Lord here is the Princesse Mariana It is your daughter is conueyed away Zweno What my daughter gone Now Marques your villanie breakes foorth This match is of your making gentle sir And you shall dearly know the price thereof Lubeck Knew I thereof or that there was intent In Robert thus to steale your highnes daughter Let heauens in Iustice presently confound me Zweno Not all the protestations thou canst vse Shall saue thy life Away with him to prison And minion otherwise it cannot be But you are an agent in this trecherie I will reuenge it throughly on you both Away with her to prison Here 's stuffe in deede My daughter stolen away It booteth not thus to disturbe my selfe But presently to send to English William To send me that proud knight of Windsor hither Here in my Court to suffer for his shame Or at my pleasure to be punished there Withall that Blanch be sent me home againe Or I shall fetch her vnto Windsors coste Yea and VVilliams too if he denie her mee Exit Zweno Enter VVilliam taken with souldiers William Could any crosse could any plague be worse Could heauen or hell Did both conspire in one To afflict my soule inuent a greater scourge Then presently I am tormented with Ah Mariana cause of my lament Ioy of my hart and comfort of my life For thee I breath my sorrowes in the ayre And tyre my selfe for silently I sigh My sorrowes afflictes me soule with equall passion Souldier Go to sirha put vp it is to small purpose VVilliam Hence villaines hence dare you lay your hands Vpon your Soueraigne Souldier Well sir we will deale for that But here comes one will remedie all this Enter Demarch Souldier My Lord watching this night in the campe We tooke this man and know not what he is And in his companie was a gallant dame A woman faire in outward shewe shee seemde But that her face was maskte we could not see The grace and fauour of her countenance Demarch Tell me good fellow of whence and what thou art Souldier Why do you not answere my Lord He takes scorne to answere Demarch And takest thou scorne to aunswer my demaund Thy proud behauiour verie well deserues This misdemeanour at the worst be construed Why doest thou neither know nor hast thou heard That in the absence of the Saxon Duke Demarch is his especiall Substitute To punish those that shall offend the lawes William In knowing this I know thou art a traytor A rebell and mutenous conspirator Why Demarch knowest thou who I am Demarch Pardon my dread Lord the error of my sence And misdemeaner to your princely excellencie Willi. Why Demarch what is the cause my subiects are in armes Demarch Free are my thoughts my dread and gratious Lord From treason to your state and common weale Only reuengement of a priuate grudge By Lord Dirot lately profered me That standes not with the honor of my name Is cause I haue assembled for my guard Some men in armes that may withstand his force Whose setled malice aymeth at my life VVilliam Where is Lord Dirot Demarch In armes my gratious Lord Not past two miles from hence As credibly I am assertained VVilliam Well come let vs goe I feare I shall find traytors of you both Exit Enter the Citizen of Manchester