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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

    Copyright Digital Renaissance Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: George Chapman
    Editor: Eleanor Lowe
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    An Humorous Day's Mirth (Quarto 1, 1599)

    dayes mirth.
    makes me knowne, not telling what I am, but what I seem,
    a King of clouts, a scarcrow, full of cobwebs, spiders and
    earewigs, that sets Iackdawes long tongue in my bosome,
    and vpon my head, and such are all the affections of loue
    780swarming in me, without commaund or reason.
    Lem. Howe nowe my liege! what quackemyred in
    Philosophie, bounde with loues whipcorde, and quite
    robbed of reason: and Ile giue you a receyte for this pre-
    sently.
    785King. Peace Lemot, they say the yong lord Dowseger is
    rarely learned, and nothing lunatike as men suppose, but
    hateth companie, and worldly trash, the iudgement and
    the iust contempt of them, haue in reason arguments that
    breake affection (as the most sacred Poets write) and
    790still the roughest wind: and his rare humour come we now
    to heare.
    Lem. Yea, but hearke you my liege, Ile tell you a better
    humour then that, here presently will be your faire loue
    Martia, to see his humour, and from thence faire countesse
    795Florula, & she will go vnto Verones ordinarie, where none
    but you and I, and Count Moren, will be most merry.
    King. Why Count Moren I hope dares not aduenture
    into any womans companie, but his wiues.
    Lem. Yes, as I will worke, my liege, and then let me alone
    800to keepe him there till his wife comes.
    King. That will be royall sport: see where all comes:
    welcome faire lords and ladies.

    Enter Laberuele, Labesha, and all the rest.
    Lab. My liege you are welcome to my poore house.
    805Lem. I pray, my liege know this Gentleman especially,
    he is a Gentleman borne I can tell you.
    King. With all my heart: what might I call your name?
    Lab. Monsieur Labesha, siniora defoulasa.
    Ki. Defoulasa, an il sounding barrendrie of my word: bur
    810to the purpose, lord Laberuele, we are come to see the hu-
    D mour
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