MANVILLE.
Forgive me, sweet Em.
EM.
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.
MANVILLE.
Then farewell, frost! Well fare a wench that will!
Now, Elner, I am thine own, my girl.
ELNER.
Mine, Manville? thou never shalt be mine.
I so detest thy villainy,
That whilest I live I will abhor thy company.
MANVILLE.
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.
VALINGFORD.
My Lord, this gentleman, when time was,
Stood some-thing in our light,
And now I think it not amiss
To laugh at him that sometime scorned at us.
MOUNTNEY.
Content my Lord, invent the form.
VALINGFORD.
Then thus.--
WILLIAM.
I see that women are not general evils,
Blanch is fair: Methinks I see in her
A modest countenance, a heavenly blush.
Zweno, receive a reconciled for,
Not as thy friend, but as thy son in law,
If so that thou be thus content.
ZWENO.
I joy to see your grace so tractable.
Here, take my daughter Blanch;
And after my decease the Denmark crown.
WILLIAM.
Now, sir, how stands the case with you?
MANVILLE.
I partly am persuaded as your grace is,
My lord, he is best at ease that medleth least.
VALINGFORD.
Sir, may a man
Be so bold as to crave a word with you?
MANVILLE.
Yea, two or three: what are they?
VALINGFORD.
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