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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)

    An humerous
    525Be. Hands off sir, she is not for your mowing.
    Le. She is for your mocking.
    Be. And she mocke me, Ile tell her father.
    Le. Thats a good child, thou smellest of the mother, and
    she was a foole I warrant you.
    530Be. Meddle with me, but doe not meddle with my
    Le. Thats a good child, come, I must needes haue a
    word with you.
    Be. You shall do none of your needs with her sir.
    535Cata. Why what will you do?
    Be. What will I doe? you shall see what Ile do.
    Then he of-
    fereth to
    Blan. Go to you asse, offer to draw here, and weele draw
    thee out of the house by the heeles.
    Be. What, three against one? now was euer proper hard
    540fauord Gentleman so abused?
    Go to Mistris Martia, I see you well enough, are
    you not ashamed to stand talking alone with such a one as
    Le. How sir? with such a one as I sir?
    545Be. Yea sir, with such a one as you sir.
    Le. Why, what am I?
    Be. What are you sir? why I know you well enough.
    Le. Sirra tel me, what you know me for, or else by hea-
    uen Ile make thee better thou hadst neuer knowne how to
    Be. Why sir, if you wil needes know, I know you for
    an honorable gentleman and the Kings minion, and were
    it not to you, theres nere a gentleman in Paris should haue
    had her out of my hands.
    555Ma. Nay, hees as tall a Gentleman of his hands as any
    is in Paris.
    Col. Theres a fauour for you sir.
    Le. But I can get no fauour for you sir.
    Blan. I pray my Lord intreat for your cossen Colinet.
    560Mo. Alas man, I dare not for my wife.
    Cat. Why