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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.
    Lab. Do I know the ladie Martia? I knew her before
    she was borne, why do you aske me?
    Ia. Why, they are both here at my masters house.
    Lab. What, is Mistris Martia at an ordinarie?
    1355Ia. Yea that she is.
    La. By skies and stones Ile go and tel her father.Exit.
    Enter Lemot and the Countesse.
    Cou. What you are out of breath me thinks Monsieur
    1360Le It is no matter Madam, it is spent in your seruice, that
    beare your age with your honesty, better then an hundred
    of these nise gallants, and indeed it is a shame for your hus-
    band, that contrary to his oath made to you before dinner,
    he shoud be now at the ordinary with that light huswife
    1365Martia, which I could not chuse but come and tell you; for
    indeede it is a shame that your motherly care should be so
    slightly regarded.
    Co. Out on thee strumpet and accurst, and miserable
    1370Le. Well, there they are: nothing els now, to her hus-
    band go I.Exit.
    Co. Nothing els quoth you, can there be more? O wic-
    ked man, would he play false, that would so simply vow,
    and sweare his faith, and would not let me be displeased a
    1375minute, but he would sigh, and weepe til I were pleased, I
    haue a knife within thats rasor sharp, and I wil lay an yron
    in the fire, making it burning hot to mark the strumpet, but
    t'will bee colde too ere I can come thither, doe something
    wretched woman, staies thou here?Exit.
    1380Enter Lemot.
    Le. My lorde, the roome is neate and fine, wilt please
    you go in?
    Ue. Gentlemen, your dinner is ready.
    All. And we are ready for it.
    1385Le. Iaquis, shut the doores let no body come in.
    Exeunt omnes.
    F Enter