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  • Title: An Humorous Day's Mirth (Quarto 1, 1599)
  • 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 (Quarto 1, 1599)

    dayes mirth.
    Lem. No kissing Madam? how shall I proue you thē suf-
    ficiently, not vsing the most sufficient proofe to flatter your
    350selfe by affection of spirit, when it is not perfitly tried, is sin.
    Flo, You say well sir, that which is truth is truth.
    Le. Then do you wel Lady and yeeld to the truth.
    Flo. By your leaue sir, my husband sees, peraduenture
    it may breed an offence to him.
    355Lem. How can it breed an offence to your husband to
    see your constancie perfectly tried.
    Flo. You are an odde man I see, but first I pray tel me
    how kissing is the best proofe of chast Ladies.
    Lem. To giue you a reason for that, you must giue me
    360leaue to be obscure and Philosophicall.
    Flo. I pray you be, I loue Philosophie well.
    Lem. Then thus Madam, euery kisse is made as the
    voice is by imagination and appetite, and as both those are
    presented to the eare in the voyce, so are they to the silent
    365spirites in our kisses.
    Flo. To what spirit meane you?
    Lem. To the spirites of our bloud.
    Flo. What if it doe?
    Lem. Why then my imagination, and mine appetite
    370working vpon your eares in my voyce, and vpon your spi-
    rites in my kisses, pearcing therein the most deeply, they
    giue the stronger assault against your constancie.
    Flo. Why then to say, proue my constancy, is as much
    as to say, kisse me.
    375Lem. most true, rare Ladie.
    Flo. Then prooue my constancie.
    Lem. Beleeue me Madam, you gather exceeding witti-
    ly vpon it.
    Lab. O my forehead, my very heart akes at a blowe,
    380what dost thou meane wife? thou wilt loose thy fame, dis-
    credite thy religion, and dishonour me for euer.
    Flo. Away sir, I wil abide no more of your proofe, nor
    endure any more of your triall.
    B 3 Lem.