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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.
    Le. Would I quoth you, yea by my troth would I, I know
    1420he is but gone to cal the constable, or to raise the streets.
    Flo. What meanes the man trow? is he mad?
    Le. No, no, I know what I do, I doe it of purpose, I
    long to see him come and raile at you, to call you harlot,
    and to spurne you too, O you'l loue me a great deale the
    1425better, and yet let him come, and if he touch but one thread
    of you, Ile make that thread his poyson.
    Flo. I know not what to say.
    Le. Speake, do you loue me?
    Flo. Yea surely do I.
    1430Le, Why then haue not I reason that loue you so deare-
    ly as I do, to make you hatefull in his sight, that I might
    more freely enioy you.
    Flo. Why let vs be gon my kind Lemot, and not be
    wondered at in the open streets.
    1435Le. Ile go with you through fire, through death, throgh
    hell, come giue me your owne hand, my owne deare heart,
    this hand that I adore and reuerence, and loath to haue it,
    touch an olde mans bosome, O let me sweetely kisse it; he
    bites.
    1440Flo. Out on thee wretch, he hath bit me to the bone,
    O barbarous Canibal, now I perceiue thou wilt make me a
    mocking stocke to all the world.
    Le. Come, come, leaue your passions, they cannot
    mooue mee, my father and my mother died both in a day,
    1445and I rung mee a peale for them, and they were no soo-
    ner brought to the church and laide in their graues, but I
    fetcht me two or three fine capers aloft, and took my leaue
    of them, as men do of their mistresses at the ending of a ga-
    liard; Besilos manus.
    1450Flo. O brutish nature, how accurst was I euer to indure
    the sound of this damned voice?
    Le. Well, and you do not like my humor, I can be but
    sory for it, I bit you for good will, and if you accept it, so, if
    no, go.
    F 2 Flo.
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