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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.
    420say.Exit.
    Le. So now is he start mad yfaith: but sirra, as this is an
    old Lorde iealous of his yong wife, so is antient Countesse
    Moren iealous of her yong husband, weele thither to haue
    some sport yfaith.Exit.

    425Enter Besha hanging vpon Martia sleeue, and the Lord Moren
    comes to them.
    Mar. I prethee Besha keepe a little off; hang not vpon
    her shoulders thus for shame.
    Be. My Lord, Pardon a moy, I must not let her talk alone
    430with any one, for her father gaue me charge.
    Mar. O you are a goodly charger for a Goose.
    Be. A Goose, you are a Gander to call me Goose, I am
    a christian Gentleman as well as you.
    Mar. Well sirra get you hence, or by my troth Ile haue
    435thee taken out in a blanket, tossed from forth our hearing.
    Be. In a blanket? what do you make a puppie of me, by
    skies and stones I will go and tell your Lady.Exit.
    Mor. Nay but Besha.
    Mar. Nay he will tell my Lorde.

    440Enter the Countesse Moren and Besha.

    Co. Why how now my Lord, what thought you I was
    dead, that you are wooing of another thus, or are you laying
    plots to worke my death?
    Mor. Why neither sweete bird, what need you moue
    445these questions vnto me, whome you know loues you a-
    boue all the women in the world?
    Co. How he can flatter now he hath made a fault.
    Besh, He can do little, and he cannot cogge.
    Mor. Out you asse.
    450Co. Wel, come tell me what you did intreat.
    Mor. Nothing by heauen sweete bird I sweare, but to
    intreat her loue.
    Co. But