--What ails my Em? Not blind,
I hope?
EM.
[Aside.] Mountney and Valingford both together! And
Manville, to whom I have faithfully vowed my love! Now, Em,
suddenly help thy self.
MOUNTNEY.
This is no desembling, Valingford.
VALINGFORD.
If it be, it is cunningly contrived of all sides.
EM.
[Aside to Trotter.] Trotter, lend me thy hand, and as thou
lovest me, keep my counsell, and justify what so ever I say
and I'll largely requite thee.
TROTTER.
Ah, thats as much as to say you would tell a monstrous,
terrible, horrible, outragious lie, and I shall sooth it--
no, berlady!
EM.
My present extremity will me,--if thou love me, Trotter.
TROTTER.
That same word love makes me to do any thing.
EM.
Trotter, wheres my father?
TROTTER.
Why, what a blind dunce are you, can you not see? He
standeth right before you.
[He thrusts Em upon her father.]
EM.
Is this my father?--Good father, give me leave to sit where
I may not be disturbed, sith God hath visited me both of my
sight and hearing.
MILLER.
Tell me, sweet Em, how came this blindness? Thy eyes are
lovely to look on, and yet have they lost the benefit of
their sight. What a grief is this to thy poor father!
EM.
Good father, let me not stand as an open gazing stock to
every one, but in a place alone, as fits a creature so
miserable.
MILLER.
Trotter, lead her in, the utter overthrow of poor Goddards
joy and only solace.
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