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  • Title: An Humorous Day's Mirth (Modern)
  • Editor: Eleanor Lowe
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • General textual editor: Helen Ostovich
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-513-1

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    Author: George Chapman
    Editor: Eleanor Lowe
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    An Humorous Day's Mirth (Modern)

    1356.1[Scene 9]
    Enter Lemot and the Countess.
    What, you are out of breath, methinks, Monsieur Lemot?
    It is no matter, madam, it is spent in your service, that bear your age with your honesty better than an hundred of these nice gallants, and indeed it is a shame for your husband, that, contrary to his oath made to you before dinner, he should be now at the ordinary with that light hussy 1365Martia, which I could not choose but come and tell you. For indeed it is a shame that your motherly care should be so slightly regarded.
    Out on thee, strumpet, and accurst and miserable dame!
    Well, there they are. Nothing else. [Aside] Now to her husband go I.
    ‘Nothing elseʼ, quoth you. Can there be more?
    Oh, wicked man, would he play false
    That would so simply vow, and swear his faith,
    And would not let me be displeased a 1375minute,
    But he would sigh and weep till I were pleased?
    I have a knife within thatʼs razor-sharp,
    And I will lay an iron in the fire,
    Making it burning hot to mark the strumpet.
    But ʼtwill be cold too, ere I can come thither.
    Do something, wretched woman; stays thou here?