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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.
    Quee. Tell me what ere it be, Ile beare it all.
    Lem. beare with my rudenesse then in telling it, for alas
    1565you see I can but act it with the left hande, this is my ge-
    sture now.
    Quee. Tis well enough.
    Lem. Yea well enough you say, this recompence
    haue I for all my woundes: then thus the King inamou-
    1570red of an other ladie compares your face to hers, and saies
    that yours is fat and flat, and that your neather lip was pas-
    sing big.
    Quee. O wicked man, doth he so sodainlie condemne
    my beautie, that when he married me he thought diuine:
    1575for euer blasted be that strumpets face, as all my hopes are
    blasted, that did change them.
    Lem. Nay Madam, though he saide your face was fat,
    and flat, and so forth, yet he liked it best, and said, a perfect
    beautie should be so.
    1580La. O did he so! why that was right euen as it should be.
    Foy. You see now Madam, howe much too hastie you
    were in your griefes.
    Que. If he did so esteeme of me indeed, happie am I.
    Coun. So may your highnesse be that hath so good a hus-
    1585band, but hell hath no plague to such an one as I.
    Lem. Indeed Madam, you haue a bad husband: truly
    then did the king growe mightily in loue with the other la-
    die, and swore, no king could more inriched be, then to in-
    ioy so faire a dame as shee.
    1590Cat. O monstrous man, and acurst most miserable dame!
    Le. But saies the king I do inioy as faire, & though I loue
    in al honored sort, yet Ile not wrōg my wife for al the world
    Foy. This proues his constancie as firme as brasse.
    Que. It doth, it doth: O pardon me my lord, that I mi-
    1595stake thy royall meaning so.
    Coun. In heauen your highnesse liues, but I in hell.
    Lem. But when he vewd her radient eyes againe, blinde
    was hee strooken with her feruent beames: and now good