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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
    Lem. Yea my liege, and she as I hope wel obserued, hath
    vttered many kind conceits of hers.
    King. Well Ile be gone, and when shee comes to Ve-
    rones ordinarie, Ile haue her taken to my custodie.
    960Lem, Ile stay my liege, and see the euent of this.
    King. Do so Lemot.Exit the king.
    Dow. What haue I seene? howe am I burnt to dust
    with a new Sun, and made a nouell Phoenix, is she a wo-
    man that obiects this sight, able to worke the chaos of the
    965world into gestion? O diuine aspect, the excellent disposer
    of the mind shines in thy beautie, and thou hast not chaun-
    ged my soule to sense, but sense vnto my soule, and I desire
    thy pure societie, but euen as angels do, to angels flie.Exit.
    Mar. Flie soule and follow him.
    970Lab. I maruaile much at my sonnes sodaine straunge
    Lem. Beare with him yet my Lord, tis but his humour:
    come, what shall we go to Verones ordinarie?
    Lab. Yea for Gods sake, for I am passing hungry.
    975Mor. Yea, come Monsieur Lemot, will you walke?
    Count. What, will you go?
    Mor. Yea sweet bird, I haue promised so.
    Count. Go to, you shall not go and leaue me alone.
    Mor. For one meale gentle bird: Veron inuites vs to buy
    980some iewels he hath brought of late from Italie: Ile buy the
    best, and bring it thee, so thou wilt let me go.
    Count. Well said flattering Fabian, but tel me then what
    ladies will be there?
    Mor. Ladies? why none.
    985Lem. No ladies vse to come to ordinaries, Madam.
    Count. Go to bird, tell me now the very truth.
    Mor. None of mine honour bird, you neuer heard that
    ladies came to ordinaries.
    Count O thats because I should not go with you.
    990Mar. Why tis not fit you should.
    Cou. Well heark you bird, of my word you shall not go,