A pleasant Comedie entituled
An humorous dayes mirth.
1 Enter the count Laberuele in his shirt and night gowne, with
two iewells in his hand.
YEt hath the morning sprinckled throwt the clowdes,
5But halfe her tincture and the soyle of night stickes stil
vpon the bosome of the ayre: yet sleepe doth re st my
loue for Natures debt, and through her windowe, and this
dim twee-light, her maide, nor any waking I can see. This
is the holy Greene my wifes close walke, to which not a-
10ny but her selfe alone hath any key, onelye that I haue
clapt her key in waxe, and made this counterfeite, to the
which I steale acce s s e, to work this rare & politike deuice:
Faire is my wife and yong and delicate, although too re-
ligious in the pure st sorte, but pure religion being but
15mental stuffe and sence indeed, al for it selfe, is to be doub-
ted, that when an obiect comes fit to her humour she wil
intercept religious letters sent vnto her minde, and yeelde
vnto the motion of her bloud, heere haue I brought then
two rich agots for her, grauen with two poses of mine own
20deui sing, for Poets Ile not tru st, nor friends, nor any: shee
longs to haue a child, which yet alas I cannot get, Yet long
as much as she, and not to make her desperate, thus I write
in this faire iewell though it simple be, yet tis mine owne
that meaneth well in nought, tis spare, not of children, loue
25with the longe st, when man is at the weake st, god is at st-
ge st, I hope tis plain, & knowing in this other that I write,
God will reward her a thousand fold, that takes what age
can and not what age would, I hope tis prety & pathetical:
Wel, euen here lie both together til my loue arise and let her
30thinke you fall out of the skies, I wil to bed againe. Exit.